Rule 34 - Charles Stross Starts out more clever that interesting, though the prose is always charming (in it's particular foul mouthed way) and does a lot to carry the otherwise drab first half. Somewhat to my surprise, then the plot and characters start working together to tell a story and it actually gets good. Neat twistish bit at the end too.

What is it with Scottish near future SF and made-up, ex-USSRian quasi-states though? The literary equivelant of picking at the grotty scab of potential 21st century nationhood?