The Great Patriotic War beckons and beckons! The main character is looking for traces of his grandfather who went missing in the war, but by the will of fate he himself turns out to be shoulder to shoulder with his grandfather and other fighters of the Red Army, in general 1941... It's dark. But not quietly, it means still alive, it doesn't seem to hurt anything, although I'm lying down, maybe I just didn't understand yet. We must somehow open our eyes. Opened, not painful, but dark. Yeah! So that's why it was dark, something on the head, raised his hand, did not hurt, stretched out to what he counted with his head. Iron! When did I manage to put on the helmet? Damn, why is it rattling in my ears? He moved the helmet back, the ground in front of his eyes. And so I'm in the trench, and where is the grenade? He turned his head, someone lying on his side nearby. Did someone still hook? Crawled, get up, for some reason I was afraid. The man was dressed, in something thick and long, a coat or something? What a f * * * * * * coat - overcoat! Where from?