What can be common between the driver of an old kruzak and a bast pit with a burly horse? Alexander Kerensky, who was shot down by each of them. Two different people with the same name, surname and patronymic that changed bodies as a result of an incredible incident. Now our contemporary in the body of one of the most odious rulers of Russia is trying to reverse the course of history and prevent all the dramatic and bloody events that the twentieth century was full of. From the manager of a fashionable hotel to the body of the Minister of Justice on the threshold of a one-man dictatorship. Will our man be able to defend his right to power, or will he repeat the fate of the original Kerensky, eking out a miserable existence as a forgotten emigrant?