Park near Red Square. Red Square and the Kremlin itself were covered with fences, in order to avoid terrorist attacks and the like before May 9, because there are enough cabbage rolls. Plants from all over Russia grow beautifully in the park, the cold wind of the second of May blows through the hair. Already evening. Fyodor is a fairly strong, tall man of 30 years old, a member of the Russian Guard is standing at his post, guarded by a regiment of young cadets and marines like him who are marching towards Victory Day, preparing to march, to march like an immortal regiment. Suddenly Fyodor hears in the radio the monotonous, stern voice of his manager "43 approach the right wing of the Kremlin. End of communication..."