Continuation of the story of Denis Zhurov, senior lieutenant of the Russian Aerospace Forces, who found himself in the body of an ensign of the First World War. Ten in the evening... The already muddy moon finally disappeared behind the clouds, and the dank dampness and fog that replaced the frosty weather did not really contribute to the increase in the official zeal of the sailors of the Guards crew, who actually occupied Tsarskoye Selo. Arkady Igorevich put on boots, a short bekesha and a hat. In addition to the purse and documents, there was a six-shot Bulldog in his pocket, in a shoulder bag there was an impromptu white muskhalat and small German scissors for cutting barbed wire, borrowed from the garage, and a piece of boiled beef wrapped in a sheet of parchment. He had already found out that, fortunately, the sharply reduced supply of oil to power the power plant's steam engines made him save electricity and turn off the high voltage supply to the wire fence. Greta, who was closely following the owner's preparations, jumped out of bed, reached out and took a lying leash in her teeth, letting her know that she did not mind an unplanned walk.