"These new... ancient Bulgarians," Slavyanski began hesitantly, still not clear on the terminology. "It seems to me that we should take steps to integrate them. This will have a positive impact on the demographic situation." "And on your ratings!" the professor added slyly. "Just think, thousands of new voters!" "No, that's not quite what I had in mind," the president said, hurt. "I don't look at people that way. For me, they're human beings above all else." Yeah, sure you don't, thought Dokuzanov. If you ask me, you don't care about anything else. If only you did! The descendants of the ancient Bulgarians have been discovered! The question is who will they vote for? Through a string of absurd and comical situations Popov transports the reader into an exotic world of adventure and love affairs, a world of songs, shamanic incantations and dances on the thin ice of big politics. But beneath the starry dome of the vast steppe, the eternal questions remain: who are we, where do we come from, why are we here?