Magicians walk the streets, gladiators die in the arenas, firearms have never been seen in Sanat, and they haven’t even begun to think about trying to invent a means of transportation a little more convenient than a carriage with a pair of horses harnessed to it. The social sphere, it must be said, is also not very developed. Slavery is thriving, and everyone seems to be happy with it. Sometimes it seems like the slaves themselves. And of course, the life of ordinary people in this country must seem difficult and joyless. This would be the case if it were not for the miracle of miracles and the greatest invention of all times and peoples - democracy. Once every five years, every province of the Tarom Council holds gubernatorial elections, which means that any resident of this wonderful land has the right to count on their piece of happiness. Who will win? Will Saita this time limit himself to the role of a bony hand reaching out from the shadows behind the throne? Or will the world tremble at the footsteps of the giggling Lord? We'll find out very soon. There are three seconds left before the start of the election week... two... one...