About the book: year / The wandering lake Kangybas is not marked on every map, and if it is marked, it is dotted. The lake is - well, just a pipe dream of fanatical fishermen and hunters. An inspector from any environmental agency has never set foot on its shores. In its floodplains, even in the old days, no candidate for member of the Central Committee, no KGB colonel, or even the third secretary of the most seedy district committee was met with a gun, what can we say about modern presidents, prime ministers, speakers and every little thing like a governor, to whom the most protected places are open , inaccessible to ordinary hunters.