here's the thing—this book, and the overall three-volume epic it concludes—isn't finished. it's currently undergoing a righteous edit, and the difference between the edited text and the original is notable.further, the fucking thing is massive. it is a work of staggering ambition—hubris, even—or maybe just balls the size of my head. a story that spans 25 years? a million words? yeah.too much, in other words. too much to review with my typical mix of douchebag flippancy and stentorian gravitas. just too bloody much there.and god forbid i try to summarize, as so many here on goodreads inexplicably feel compelled to do. at length, naturally. with gifs.so what, then, does the mad dominican have left to say of such a book as this? what's left?this:it's not finished, it's not perfect, and it's not always very good. but when it is—and it is, for hundreds upon hundreds of pages at a time—it is nothing less than a work of comprehensive genius. it is simultaneously one of the more libidinously violent stories you can read... and one of the most romantic.in fact, it wouldn't be anywhere near as gloriously sentimental without the heinously devised tribulations visited upon the main characters.this is some story, boy. a casual glance at my gibbering status updates—quite literally a cry for help, on one occasion—confirms what i say: this story will thrill you, chill you, fuck your skull with razor cocks, leave you for dead in an alley in kabul, and then scoop up your bloody remains and make a sausage out of you.and then it will make you cry like a ninny.read this. at your peril—but read it. when it's done, when the authors are finished editing it and then release it, pay for it. maybe twice. it's completely blown my head up, and what more could you ask for, really?besides Dan presenting Vadim with Konstantinov's head on a plate for a wedding present, of course.