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You are probably wondering, did I have anything with Zulya that night? No. For better or for worse I can’t really say. Probably for the better because our relationship is still pure and open. I mean was. Half a year ago when I was passing through Moscow I called her number and invited her to a restaurant. She agreed and said that she will be there in an hour.
But she wasn’t there in an hour or even in two. I called her cell phone:
— Hey, where are you?
— I’m sorry, I can’t. My boyfriend picked me up right after work, we are going over to his place.
— But you already promised…
— Well, I can’t, — she said and I hung up.
Just like that. I can’t. What an idiocy. Gentlemen, comrades, colleagues, friends — remember once and for all: there is no “I can’t”! There is “I don’t want to” or “I don’t want enough”. If you want, then you can and that’s that. Otherwise you’ll remain the regular Joe going with the flow. And it does not matter who you are, it matters what you want. Even a cleaning lady can become president, the most important thing is to seriously want it and make real steps towards the fulfillment of your wish. And if you say “I can’t” — you are lying. Lying in the most arrogant way. Perhaps you will start whining about circumstances and so on, but all of that is unimportant. The main thing is to want. Everything else can be solved.
Right, well, enough distractions, let’s continue to remember.
The stick turned out to bring more income than the dedicated servers. Literally in a month I started to feel much freer. My Webmoney wallet had almost four grand green ones on it, but all this was small stuff. To be precise, it all became small stuff because the more you have the more you need.
I started to seriously get into motorcycles, by the way, and even bought me a frame for an Ural bike, wheels and two bags of spare parts. I bought it all for six thousand rubles. I met a bunch of bikers in my district and they agreed to help me put together this technological wonder. For a modest fee, these guys gave me a place in their garage a couple of hundred meters away, where I kept all the goods. The bikers were a guy and a girl who also had Urals. Actually, only the name remained from the Soviet motorcycle. Everything else was chopped and tuned to such point that a dilettante’s eye would see a couple of Harley’s and not your regular Urals. But what surprised me the most was the girl biker. At the moment she was working in the archives of the Russian Academy of Sciences, a fragile girl with two braids who could take apart and put together a bike in a couple of days with her eyes closed. After her I kept remembering what Nekrasov wrote about Russian women:
“She would stop a galloping horse and enter a burning house”
So now, I would spend all my time away from the computer in the garage. Now I could allow myself that. Before I didn’t have much time for rest or laziness, to be precise I didn’t let myself have any. I would just sit behind the electronic machine for 24 hours and worked or studied new carding themes. Now I had a strong border between the virtual and the real. Probably it came to be this way because I started to understand – the virtual consumes you. It sucks you in like quicksand into its infinity, into its universe. And it’s very hard to get out of it, it really is a drug. With every day you accept it more and more and in the end it replaces everything. Communication, sex, love, friendship, work. There you become the person you wanted to be in the real world. And don’t say that it is not so. It is so. It’s just some people admit it and others don’t have enough bravery to do that.
I did have enough bravery and, having admitted that fact, I decided to spend more time in the real life. Carding became my job, although it’s probably stupid to call stealing “a job”. But for that moment I had a romantic’s blood in my veins, my soul demanded something extraordinary and what can be more risky that to walk the razor-sharp edge between freedom and incarceration? Although, now I am ready to admit that there are more risky things out there, but then my young eyes were blind, refusing to notice anything else.
Webmoney became an ideal and pretty much the only money system for me. I was able to find a seller of personal certificates on the forum and I wasn’t sorry to spend two hundred bucks for it. A pers always means protection. It is made in the drop’s name and gives you many advantages in the world of electric payments. Now I had a courier bring me money to a building on the street next to mine. It didn’t make sense to flash my address even in this case. My partner started to trust me more and more. Now we were almost friends. Virtual friends. Besides work we were able to talk over ICQ about girls and cars. I told him about the Ural I bought and asked him what he drove. He said “an Audi”. Yeahhh… It was too early for me to think about a car, even though that’s where it all lead to. A bike is cool but only in the summer. Though, summer in our great and mighty country is a short one. And you need money for a car and I only had enough for a used Zhiguli for now.
However, once, while talking with my partner in ICQ, I understood how to make real money.
— Listen, how much dough do you make a month, if it’s not a secret? — I asked. During these few months in carding my slang changed beyond recognition and our communication was much friendlier.
— About thirty grand worth of green
— Yeah, right, it’s impossible to make with the type of stuff we’re working with
— Our stuff no, my stuff yes :) — he responded with a smiley-face.
— Dang, come on, enlighten me already, I want a car and I still don’t have enough cash.
— You’re still little and it’s dangerous stuff anyway.
— What kind of stuff?
— Real carding, — my coworker answered.
And that’s that. Real carding. I read about it on the forums. It’s not developed enough in Russia, if developed at all. Everyone looks for American drops for this stuff. I didn’t have such possibility but I always had interest.
— It’s basically dumps and stuff like that — I said.
— Uh huh. Cashing the real cardboard. You steal Pindossian card dumps and use them to shop. Or take dough right away if you get lucky with the PIN code. — he answered.
I’ll try to explain the last phrase, my friend. A dump is a code that’s written into the card’s magnetic stripe. You can read it with a regular card reader. Then you use an encoder to apply it to a clean magnetic stripe on a card and, voila, you have an exact copy of a credit card in your hand. Then you shop. After all, you don’t need a PIN code to buy something; the most important thing is to make an exact copy of a card, so that the seller has no suspicions.
— Listen, where can you find out more about real carding?
— I will e-mail you a link to a forum, but good luck getting there. You need to have a reference and to pay a fee. I’ll be your reference and I hope you can get enough cash for a fee, it’s not much.
— Alright, — I wrote and checked my e-mail.
I got access to the forum after three days. During this time I found out everything I could about public dump resources. There was not much info. But the picture was putting itself together like a puzzle. American bank forums were a lot of help. Though half the stuff I had to translate with a dictionary, the terminology was unknown to me. The forum I paid for was more useful in this sense. Everything is in Russian and crystal clear. Even though there were no manuals for newbies, like the public forums have, but I was able to make sense out of the posts.
Often I would ask my partner to explain but one time he did not reply.
— Here? — This was my last message to him. It waited for an answer for a whole week. But it never got it. I didn’t get an answer during the second week either. I may be getting ahead of myself but I’ll say that he never answered at all. He disappeared. Whether he got arrested or left carding altogether, I don’t know. I’m afraid it’s the former, otherwise he would reply. My first virtual employer. Teacher. Friend. He was my guide into the world of carding. When I spoke about certain things with other experienced carders, I understood just how lucky I was then. Mostly I got the stuck up and the silent kind. I’m not even talking about some kind of help; you won’t even get advice from these guys. As opposed to them, he didn’t just send me far, far away in the beginning; he would even answer my dumb questions. Always sad to lose a friend.
I still had about three grand on my virtual wallet. A little bit of knowledge in my head and the readiness to start a new thing.
My own thing.
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