Doringham Koluscovich

Nearly the entire decade of the 1980's was a period of industrial amusement for Doringham. He was improsoned to the Russian - Afghanistan armed conflict that lasted nearly 10 years.

Doringham was born to a mother who was from English noble class and a father who was involved in the Siberian energy play at the time. His father spent long swathes of time away from civilization and so when his soon to be wife (then a little girl) came through their small village on the outskirts of Siberia, she was as they say fresh meat to a pack of wolves.

Good news for her was that Carl Koluscovich was the alpha male of the group while also maintaining a reputation as a kind-hearted man. He had a kind heart and this was good for Carla, who was pregnant within 24 hours of arriving. Her parents were none too pleased and after several months back in England, they granted her pardon, allowing her to take a journey to live with Carl in Russia.

Several months later, Doringham was born. Blond hair and bright blue eyes, Carla said that he reminded her of the wheat fields near their township of Doringham, England. Hence the name.

As Doringham grew older he became intimately involved in his father's business in the oil patch. Having a mind of a Chess Grandmaster as many Russians do, he began thinking on a larger scale about risk management and price controls in the energy market. He proposed a new position within his father's company as an oil trader. His job was to invest company money and profit from fluctuations in the oil market.

Doringham was on the ground floor of a now $600 trillion market we now refer to as derivatives. Anyhow, his canny for the market and ability to cast all emotion aside allowed him to become one of the wealthiest men in Siberia under the age of 40 in theory. The issue was that in Russia at this time, the wealthier you were the more money they take from you, so Doringham's effective income tax rate paid to the Communist state was nearly 78% of his annual wages.

On his forty second birthday, Carl had enough of the business and of the political system. He quit. He did not need the money so he took up wood-working to help pass the time. One night he was approached by members of the Russian Civil Guard regarding a position in the country's military.

Given his talents with wood, the army wanted Doringham to make prosthetic arms and legs from wood. This would provide wounded soldiers with the proper appendages to help fight on.

He declined the offer, only to have several armed soldiers return to his workshop the following night and force him into indentured servitude. They said that with all the money he was able to make  in his life as a Russian citizen, he owed it to his countrymen to support their cause.

Doringham spent the next 8 years building prosthetics and died of a highly venomous spider bite in the Afghani desert at the age of 51.

The end.