Once again, everything is wrong for Oleg Divov. While normal science-fiction writers write about how on Earth run out of oil (water, food, conscience—underline what you need), he invents a world where… money ran out. And people live just fine there. Only one peasant bought a gun from the townspeople for a bucket of moonshine. Who knows—maybe it’ll come in handy. Who would have thought that for shooting at clay pigeons…
New stories by Oleg Divov look, at a glance, completely different. Here they teach you to fly planes. They study the nature of Time. They chase after old friends to “neutralize” them. Comrade Stalin loses a battle with fools. And ordinary workers drink vodka with nanoparticles in the back room of a secret factory “Nanotech”…
In one book— the whole spectrum of science fiction, from “space SF” to sharp satire and even a political anecdote. But in truth, these are stories about people who may keep saying that they “work for money,” yet live for something greater.
As usual with Divov.