Slynx

Two hundred years after civilization ended in an event known as the Blast, Benedikt isnt one to complain. Hes got a job — transcribing old books and presenting them as the words of the great new leader, Fyodor Kuzmich, Glorybe — and though he doesnt enjoy the privileged status of a Murza, at least hes not a serf or a half-human four-legged Degenerator harnessed to a troika. He has a house, too, with enough mice to cook up a tasty meal, and hes happily free of mutations: no extra fingers, no gills, no cockscombs sprouting from his eyelids. And hes managed — at least so far — to steer clear of the ever-vigilant Saniturions, who track down anyone who manifests the slightest sign of Freethinking, and the legendary screeching Slynx that waits in the wilderness beyond.