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SEVENTH LETTER
That trip to Turkey was my first and last trip out of the country. Afterwards I had neither time, nor wish to go anywhere. I understood that you could have a break within the post-soviet area as well. Plus, my butt shook from fear – what if I got caught on one of the transactions and got blacklisted for entry. In that case, they will take me in as soon as I cross the border. I was able to chop 12 thousand green that raid, but I had no desire to repeat it. Therefore I decided to come back to the virtual carding, thankfully I had the money for resources now.
I started to seriously talk to a guy from Kazakhstan over the web. I did not know where exactly he lived there, but he was a very interesting personage. Perhaps you have heard about for Russian hackers that listed a couple of hundred thousand pounds sterling from British online stores. Well, he was one of these four. They would kill a site and demand money be sent to their account for them to restore it. The British were not able to do anything, so they would pay, otherwise they would carry huge losses. That’s how I found out about ddos-attacks for the first time.
It’s actually a very interesting thing but rather expensive. For that time period. Now it costs kopecks (pennies). You can purchase this service on the hacker market for 80 bucks per day, if the site is not too complicated. Before there were few people who would take 300 or even 500 green per day, then it was something of a game over, an ultimate weapon.
Out of my window I was watching Spring, 2006. For past year, since my trip to Turkey I have brought my ability to work with the Stick to perfection. I found partners who would cash Paypal from my account. I made an account for a drop in Europe – finally learned how to communicate with them too. You know, many things have happened this year, but there is not much to talk about, really. I was just getting older, smarter and I was gradually becoming an experienced carder. My youth’s maximalism stepped aside. I know I should write that it remained behind, but it was around somewhere. It was just standing next to me and would come back in necessary moments. The money that I earned in Turkey I used like a pro. So what if they all went for business, in four months after my trip I got them all back and then some. After that I started to earn five to six grand per month without much effort. I could have earned more but I did not want to. During this time I understood one important rule in carding – don’t be greedy. So I wasn’t. I didn’t spend much money for living, a couple of grand maximum, and with that I didn’t deny myself much. So, money was gradually building up and by spring 2006 I had about 40 grand evergreen ones. I know that it’s a big sum of money for you, my friend, but it was not a limit for me then. I was just living for my own pleasure, without much exertion. Once, while sitting in the kitchen with Serezha, we started talking about St. Petersburg. Serezha just came back from a trip there. He would describe it in such way that I decided to give myself a week’s vacation. I had to look at the most beautiful city on Earth. I warned my partners that I am going to be gone for a week and went to the Leningrad railroad terminal.
I decided to go to Piter like a regular student. It’s not that I didn’t want to spend money; I just wanted to feel all the romanticism and the underground of this city. The common railroad car for three hundred rubles, a couple of bottles of beer and the toilet that was always busy. It has been three years since that moment but I remember it very well: NO FUCKING WAY I AM TRAVELING LIKE THIS AGAIN :). Almost a full car of constantly yelling Chinese and three big Russian guys that almost kicked everybody’s ass. I especially remember the moment when a guy who was barely standing climbs into the car, gets really shaken up by what he is seeing and, with a shaking voice, asks:
— Any Russians in here?
To which I respond somewhere from the middle, surrounded by Asians:
— Yes!
The guy stood there for a minute, tried to seek me out from the crowd of Chinese, then, probably finally recognizing a Slavic face, sighed with relief:
— Thank God then. — And crashed onto the seat closest to him.
It makes no sense to describe the city. Those who have been there – know. Those who have not been there – I recommend it. But it was that spring that I decided to move to St. Petersburg. I was sick of Moscow with its constant rush, crowds in the metro, even though I did not ride it much. I was tired of everything. My soul demanded a change in residence. And Piter is a city for the soul. Yes, yes. Moscow is Russia’s wallet, Piter is her soul.
So that’s how I ended up in the city of Leningrad. I rented an apartment by the Zvezdnaya metro station.
The apartment ended up to be rather interesting. Ragged walls and the ceiling with a bunch of drawings on it. At least it was cheap. The landlord said that he had wanted to fix it up but he probably didn’t have time. I didn’t care anyway, the most important thing was that I had a bed and kitchen, everything else does not matter.
Having saved money on the apartment, I decided to get me a decent bike. I did not need much power for starters, so I picked a Kawasaki ZZR 2 with a 400cc engine. If you remember, that’s what I was riding when I met you. The first two weeks, while I was getting normal Internet installed into the apartment, I was studying Piter. I would ride my bike and enjoy the May weather. It was magical. I haven’t had such fun for a long time.
After I got Internet, I dedicated the whole week to work and decided to go to a Piter club for the first time. Do you remember? That night we met. I remember I bought champagne for the whole club and you put a bottle of good cognac on my table. You just happened to guess that I like cognac. Then we would ride Piter roads, wet after the rain. Bridges across the Neva River, 180 kilometers per hour on the embankment, wind in our faces and the feeling of freedom. For the first time, complete freedom on the border between life and death. I still remember it. Even though you’re not a girl, I love you, love you like my twin brother I never had. You are a human being and thank you for it.
The author’s memories:
(I write these words with a nostalgic smile on my face)
That night I met Izya. We were sitting and drinking at the same table and arguing which city is cooler - Piter or Moscow. He was arguing for Moscow, saying that money and power is there. To which I would answer that the power is in Piter and money is not that important, the main thing is to have soul and to treat people like people. Then we would ride his bike. And as a result we became really hungry. There was a restaurant on the way called “ILI” (“OR”), which Izya suggested we visit. I tried to dissuade him, saying that it’s full of nothing but rich kids.
— So let’s take a look at your rich kids, — said Izya and went inside the caf?.
I followed him. This man appeared to be a strong leader, he was able to easily win over the majority without exertion, he just had it in him and that was that.
— Aloha to everyone! — he entered “ILI” with these words
A bunch of guys and girls behind one of the tables judgingly looked at him. And it was not surprising. One of Izya’s bad traits was that he had no taste in clothing. He didn’t like it altogether. What the hell do I need so much clothing for — he kept saying, — I got a couple of pants and t-shirts, it should be enough. He would always dress in sports brand stores like Reebok or Nike, expensive, quality, fashionable things, but no taste at all. Later he would take Ira with him and she would choose clothing for him, but I am getting way too far ahead of myself.
We sat at the table next to the awful bunch of rich kids who kept throwing disapproving looks at Izya and ordered food. Damn. He eats really fast. Smokes fast too. I never understood where he gets it from, but whichever establishment we would visit, Izya would swallow everything in a second. Afterwards he would look at me with scorn and get up. My protests like “I didn’t finish” were met with something similar to: “We’ll eat later, we’re losing time now”. The same situation was with smoking, he would spend maximum two minutes on one cigarette, against four or five that I would smoke it in.
Having finished his food, Izya started to stare at the girls in the company of the rich kids.
— Look, — he said finally, — that girl’s got real eyes to her.
— What do you mean? — I didn’t understand.
— She’s got eyes of a human being. I haven’t seen eyes like that in Moscow. They are probably students, who went with these mommy’s boys for their money.
The most amazing part, he said the last phrase so loudly that it got heard at the neighboring table
— Did you just call us mommy’s boys? — one of the rich kids got up
— Yes, — Izya responded without a drop of embarrassment
— You ready to answer for your words? — another one from the bunch asked.
— Easily. But that’s boring. Let’s check who’s got more balls instead. You, with your parents’ cash, or me with mine?
— Ha, you freak. Do you even understand what you’re doing? — they answered
— Uh huh. I do. Look, it’s like this. You have a girl with you. She has very pure eyes. You are just not worthy of her. Or am I wrong?
They laughed very loudly then. I smiled too because I didn’t know Izya yet. I shouldn’t have.
— Alright guys, I bet a banana, — he took one out of the fruit basket on their table, — that not one of you appreciates her eyes as much as I will.
— Sounds good — how do we check?
Izya looked at his watch and said:
— It’s almost ten AM. When we get there, the auto dealers will open. Let’s go.
In five minutes we were riding our bike towards the Black River. The rich kids were following us in the cars their parents have bought. Having reached the place, Izya came to the car of the kid where the girl with the beautiful eyes was sitting.
— Let’s go, — he said and took her hand.
Having entered the auto dealer’s, he pulled out his ATM card and bought a Mazda 3 for the girl. The rich kids silently gave Izya the banana.
That was my first day of knowing Izya.
By the way, he never saw that girl again.
— I’m tired of living for myself, it’s time to start living for the others — he told her and didn’t even leave a phone number.
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