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Captain Ivan Petrovich Voronov felt that he was a coward. On June 18, 1945, the largest air battle in human history broke out over the Baltic Sea. His squadron - twelve men, twelve Yak-9s - was wiped out. He was the only one who failed to participate in the battle due to engine failure and became the last person alive. The blood of his comrades was sprinkled in the sky, but he was on the ground. At dusk, he cruised alone in the two-thousand-meter airspace. Low on fuel and running out of ammunition. Then a target appeared on the radar screen - an altitude of five thousand, heading towards Leningrad. It was a B-29 Superfortress. Intelligence agencies have warned that the aircraft's belly could contain weapons capable of wiping entire cities off the map. The nearest reinforcements were thirty minutes away. Leningrad will enter the bombing radius in fifteen minutes. He only had thirty-seven rounds left in his cannon. He only had enough fuel to fly for twelve minutes. He remembered his daughter's words in the letter: "Dad, what color is the sky?" He doesn't know the answer. But he knew there was one more thing he could do.