So, I am Evstafiev Vyacheslav Nikolaevich, 48 years old, a native of a glorious city from the Black Earth Region. Born into a family of professional military men, he followed in the footsteps of his ancestors and gave his homeland almost his entire adult life, pulling service in its armed and special forces. Participant in hostilities in a number of conflicts in the vastness of the former USSR and its closest neighbors, holder of a dozen medals. I was preparing to become a pensioner soon. In his free time he was fond of history and alternative. By the will of fate, it turned out to be transferred from the 21st century in 1941. More precisely, in June 1941...