There are all sorts of people in Rus’—democrat sorcerers, mitrozamplites, cosmos devotees… and each has their own evil spirit. Some have foreign gremlins, others—home spirits from home. Domovoi in Rus’ never had an easy life, but poor Anchutka had it so bitterly that he decided to run abroad. In short— to emigrate. In a dubious company: the proto-chairman Afrikan, an innocent victim of filthy political intrigues. And… our refugees ended up from the fire into the frying pan. Abroad, things were even worse. But despite any hostile plots, an ever more unstoppable mysterious crimson aura rears above the proto-chairman like a proud red banner…