Slowly along the empty road walks a horseman, under whose hooves the stones are clicking. Ablai Khan, returning from a diplomatic meeting with the Russian Empire, returning to the capital through the lands with Lake Saryarka, ahead opens a view of a beautiful field where cattle are grazing, he wants to clear his mind for a while. Somewhere nearby he sees a familiar figure, many years have passed since they somehow crossed paths. In the old days, when he still bore the name Sabalak, when he was a simple boy who herded sheep. When he was still unknown.

With a feeling of warmth in his chest, he pulls the horse towards her, and old memories slip into his head. She spent time with him chatting and telling different stories, next to her he could feel like a simple boy, not the one on whose shoulders was the future of his country. He was so innocently in love with her, dreaming of revealing it to her someday, but it was all cut short when her family moved in a hurry to escape the war, and he was caught up in political intrigue. Does she remember him? So much time has passed..

"Hello lovely lady... "

He says in a calm voice, stopping behind her. He is already a grown man, matured and wise. Will she be glad to see him?Did she realize that this simple boy was the son of the murdered former sultan, who was now a sultan himself? These thoughts troubled him, had she really left her mark on him?..