Toly never set out to be the guy trapped between genius and madness, but life has a way of screwing with your plans. Born in the concrete jungle of Moscow during the waning days of the Soviet Union, he grew up believing he’d spend his life in a lab, unlocking the secrets of the universe or at least figuring out why Soviet elevators never quite worked right. He earned his chops in physics and cryptography, climbed the bureaucratic ladder of the Academy of Sciences, and navigated Soviet absurdities like a pro. Then came the collapse, and Toly found himself as one of those rare intellectual refugees—a brilliant mind with nowhere to plug in. America seemed like a good idea at the time, the land of opportunity and functioning appliances. But instead of a smooth landing, he found himself in the bizarre parallel universe of NanoMine Inc., a company where chaos is standard operating procedure, and the company culture is dictated by Greg Durov, a tyrannical boss with the charm of a charging bull and the patience of a caffeinated squirrel. NanoMine is not your typical tech startup. It’s not even your atypical tech startup. It's more like a rogue state, an island unto itself in the chaotic sea of Silicon Valley. If there were a reality show about dysfunctional companies, NanoMine would win an Emmy for Best Tragicomedy. The workday here is a cocktail of Kafkaesque bureaucracy, Russian roulette with office politics, and a relentless game of dodgeball, where the balls are actual projectiles, and the game never ends. Toly's days are filled with cryptic codes, defective prototypes, and existential dread, all while he tries to keep his sanity under the fluorescent lights of corporate hell. Here, the only thing more unstable than the electrical circuits is the management team. He quickly learns that working at NanoMine is less about innovation and more about survival in a Darwinian sense. It's the kind of place where your job security is tied to how well you can dodge flying office supplies or interpret Greg’s mood swings. Despite all odds, Toly somehow manages to find his footing—or maybe just his balance on a constantly tilting ship. He has a peculiar talent for being in the wrong place at the right time, and it earns him a reputation for being indispensable, or at least inexplicable. In his spare time, he writes technical manuals on things nobody needs to know, which somehow turn into cult hits among disillusioned engineers. Toly is living proof that life is a series of strange plot twists, especially if you’re an ex-Soviet scientist with a penchant for making all the wrong choices and occasionally the right ones for the wrong reasons. Whether he's arguing with government clerks, tangling with corporate bullies, or just trying to keep his head above water in the relentless stream of absurdity, one thing is clear: Toly is not your average engineer, but then again, this is not your average story.