I missed my first nineties. While the country was learning about capitalism and democracy, I served in hot spots. And when he returned, the nines were replaced by zeros, and a new millennium began. And in 2023 I died. But instead of entering the afterlife, I found myself back in our reality. In the body of a patchy guy from a rock band. In 1991. This is how my adventures for the second nineties began.