Everything is wrong with Divov again. While normal science fiction writers write about how the Earth ran out of oil (water, food, conscience, underline as appropriate), this one is writing the story of a world where... money has run out. And people live wonderfully there. Only one peasant bought a cannon from the townspeople for a bucket of moonshine. You never know, it might come in handy. Who would have known that for clay pigeon shooting... Oleg Divov's new stories look very different. Airplanes are taught to fly here. Explore the nature of Time. They chase after old friends in order to “neutralize” them. Comrade Stalin is losing the battle with fools. And ordinary workers drink vodka with nanoparticles in the back room of the secret Nanotech plant... One book contains the entire spectrum of science fiction, from “space science fiction” to sharp satire and even a political joke. But in fact, these are stories about people who, although they insist that they “work for money,” live for something more. As usual with Divov.