What happens if in the distant past it turns out to be not a special forces paratrooper who is able to knock down propostats in packs with his bare hands, not a chemist-physicist-engineer who is ready to spoil technological progress for fear of enemies and for the joy of his beloved, but an ordinary person in general who has "behind the soul" only knowledge of control theory and a fairly rich life experience? What will happen if he finds himself in the body not of a prince, not a hero, but a teenager from the Pripyat forest wilderness?...