The Architect of the Apocalypse

By Boris Dolingo

80 years ago strange creations hire young Russian to make the Apocalipse on the Earth. Being a communist the man desided to make it to the Western world - and failed.
Now, already the old man, he tries to find a new young one to pass on the baton.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boris Dolingo
• Release date: Aug 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476365251

Boris Dolingo

Boris Anatoly Dolingo Born on the 3rd December 1955 in Kokand (Uzbekistan, USSR) Since 1975 lives in Yekaterinburg (Sverdlovsk), Russia. Education: – the Urals State University, Sverdlovsk (1979) physics department. – the Public University of Press, Sverdlovsk (1984-85); Since 2002 – the Chairman of the “Aelita” convention’s organizing committee (the oldest Russian Sci-Fi & Fantasy Convention). Since 2007 – the editor of Sci-Fi & Fantasy department in the “Urals Pathfinder” magazine First publication – 1990 (short story “Variants are possible”). Since 2011 – the Chief Editor of the Electronic Publishing House “Aelita”. Member of the Russian Writers’ Union since 2004. Novels: “Runaways” “To Understand the Eternity” “Point-G-L” Cycles: “The Wanderer on the Facets” (“The Wanderer Against His Will”, “The Fugitive Against His Will”, “Round Facets of the Earth”), “The Babylon Game” (“Games of the Third Kind”, “Creators of Pandemonium”, “The Entrance to Babylon”, “Gardens of Babylon”)

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Seventy years! What was it possible to accomplish in such a miserable speck of time?

The old man’s groans, coughs, and disjointed phrases had sounded behind me for some time. But I hadn't paid any attention. I sat with my legs over the side of the bench, my back to any possible neighbors.

I had chosen this secluded corner of the park near my college so nobody could disturb me. Yesterday was my birthday, and I had a slight hangover. Now I was cutting my philosophy lecture to think about my future. I no longer wanted to be a railway engineer. But if not that, then what? Leave school? If I did, I'd be drafted immediately. And the Russian army wasn’t my idea of a good future.

I lost myself in the newspaper. I’d bought it on my way here because I wanted to know more about the terrible attack on the Twin Towers in New York. It seemed that the whole world was going straight to Hell. It didn’t