About the book: 2010 / No one has been there yet. And no one knows how everything really was there. The Dark Continent. Africa of that time when the white man had not yet set foot on these lands. When witchcraft had not yet degenerated into circus tricks. When men were warriors, not dancers and slackers. When women were natural, like nature itself. When there were so many animals in the forests that even local residents were afraid to go there. Do you think the first white man came to the African coast from the side of a frigate and with a sword in his belt? No matter how it is. Andrey Shakhov landed there straight from our time. I did it against my will. And what awaits him there is not a quiet life. And a bloody war awaits, a web of intrigues of leaders and shamans, detective stories, a chain of tragic events, the secrets of genuine African magic and... And love awaits too. A very exotic love... however, like everything around. And no one knows whether he will get out of there or get stuck forever, because the distance to home is now measured not only in kilometers…