About the Author
StViga is a writer, worldbuilder, and systems thinker behind Trotillions — a post-apocalyptic weird western universe where humanity is no longer the dominant species, lions rule through etiquette, wolves control the roads, and explosive footwear somehow became a cultural artifact.
His work blends dark comedy, action horror, social satire, and cinematic worldbuilding. Before building the Dead Lands, StViga spent years working with complex systems, business logic, product design, and technology — the kind of background that makes him dangerously interested in how societies break, adapt, and rebuild after everything goes wrong.
Trotillions was created not only as a novel, but as a growing IP: a world with its own factions, maps, rules, visual identity, comic adaptation, and long-term potential for books, games, animation, and screen adaptation.
StViga writes stories about broken systems, strange survivors, dangerous humor, and worlds that refuse to stay dead.
Writing from Kyiv
StViga writes from Kyiv, Ukraine — a city living under the pressure of full-scale war.
Air raid alerts, missile attacks, drone strikes, broken nights, stress, and uncertainty are not abstract details for him. They are part of daily life.
And still, he works.
He builds products.
He writes books.
He creates worlds.
That reality shaped the way he writes the post-apocalypse. Not as pure despair. Not as aesthetic ruin. But as a living system: brutal, absurd, adaptive, political, darkly funny, and full of characters who keep moving because stopping is simply not one of the available options.
For StViga, creating worlds is not an escape from reality.
It is a way to remain larger than it.
"Written from Kyiv, where the line between fiction and reality has become uncomfortably thin."
How Trotillions Began
Some stories begin with an outline.
This one began with a dream.
I saw a dead post-apocalyptic world. I was moving through it with a cat, looking for shelter, because apparently even dreams understand basic survival priorities. The world was broken, dangerous, strange — but it was not empty. It had rules. It had territories. It had things watching from the edges.
Then we met wolf-like bikers.
They brought us to a ranch.
And there, in the middle of that dream, stood the figure who would later become Schwartz — massive, calm, cold, and impossible to ignore. He was clearly shaped by the image of Arnold Schwarzenegger, but the dream had already transformed him into something else: not a reference, not a copy, but a new force inside a new world.
That dream stayed with me.
Not as a random image, but as a door.
Behind it was a whole world: the White Heat, the Dead Lands, the factions, the new rules of survival, the Trotillions, Brand, Rascal, Schwartz, and the strange, brutal logic of a future where humanity is no longer at the top of the food chain.
I wrote this book because the dream did not leave.
It kept unfolding.
And at some point, I stopped treating it as a dream and started treating it as a map.
The Real Inspiration
The cats that rule the real world.
Siri
Gadyuka
Pizdyuk
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