Our contemporary was fond of the military-historical reconstruction of the First World War. But on one of the trips there was an unforeseen incident. He got drunk to amazement and fell asleep dressed in the uniform of a lieutenant of the Russian Imperial Army. And when he woke up, he ended up straight in East Prussia on August 26, 1914. And around the shells were torn. But Maxim was not taken aback. Taking command of the Emperor's scattering soldiers, he sprang into action. His flying squad, assembled from the world along the thread, rode on captured trucks in the German rear, creating extreme difficulties for them.