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Sportsmen: analysis from the inside and interviews.
I bet that you, at least once, have heard about the profession "Sportik" and already at least approximately understand what kind of profession it is. But considering that we have gathered here to study the shadow sphere from the inside, I will still tell you more about them (for those who have not heard of such an "outstanding" profession).
Well, if you understand everything, you can scroll to the next chapter .
Let me emphasize right away that the article turned out to be really interesting.
Who are the sportsmen?
As the name implies, this is a profession closely related to sports. But as far as she is connected with sports, she is so far from him.
Interesting wording? Let me explain:
Yes, sportsmen are athletes. And in fact it is worthy (after all, a healthy lifestyle is to some extent good), but as a rule, an athlete needs complete dedication to achieve any success.
Classes in gyms, workouts, etc. they take both time and money from athletes.
Work as a loader at Pyaterochka?
We can, but we will have to score for training. The work schedule only allows you to work and sleep in between shifts, face in a pillow, dreaming of turning a fucker to the cunning administrator of the hall, who does not allow him to sit down once again.
Get a job in a more prestigious position?
Here you need brains, which, as a rule, are a bit tight. And in general I want to "easy money".
And here, the shadow sphere comes to the aid of the desperate jocks. Yes, yes, it is the one that gives work to the "uneducated cattle killing his own body" and, in general, to many people in despair, because no one "from a good life" will go to crime.
The 90s have passed, as well as the time when an athlete could jump into an organized criminal group on the fly and start his career in the criminal community. Times have changed, but some habits have remained the same - the "top of the underworld", as before, like to punish their guilty employees. And if earlier they were punished by shooting near the entrance, now the punishments have become less deadly, but no less bloody. The executions were replaced by beatings and mutilations.
Explained not clearly?
Let me explain directly: In our time, the services of athletes are considered beating and mutilation to order.
The essence of the work is as follows:
The athlete (s) are sent the data of the person who needs to be punished. Next, the subject of the order itself is sent: what exactly the athlete (s) should do with the person.
The athlete (s) track down the ordered person and fulfill the order by making a video / photo fixation for evidence. And after presenting these materials to the customer, he receives (are) the coveted coin, which he then spends (is) to pay for subscriptions, life, etc.
“Okay, it’s okay,” you might think. But let's take a look at all this from the other side:
Requirements for the profession.
As a rule, the list of requirements for this profession is simple and universal to work with any segment of the victim's spheres of activity.
It doesn't matter if the order is for a stealing treasureman, or a debtor, or for a competitor - the sport must meet the following requirements:
Ok, we figured out the essence of the profession and its requirements. Let's say it suits you. Where can you find such a job? Read on - we'll tell you.
Where can I find orders?
The main consumer of this service is usually drug shops. It is in the drug industry that theft is extremely developed, for a variety of reasons (dependence, the desire to sell the store's goods yourself and earn more, etc.).
Shops understand - as a rule, the goods cannot be returned (it is either smashed or drained), the money is already lost, but leaving it just like that on its own is impossible. After all, metastases will be trampled on from the scam in the form of his friends who have learned about the "successful feat" and are diligently trying to repeat the scam again. Plus, the punishment of one - can scare away the desire of others.
Accordingly, the only correct solution in this situation is to turn to sportsmen.
Despite the generally accepted concept of "cladman anonymity", this is all a myth. After all, the store (in this case, the customer) can track the treasure man and keep him on the hook even before theft happened: track and photograph the face when the MK is lifted by the treasure man, or request passport data instead of the deposit when using the device.
But something we digress from the topic of the chapter - where to find such a job?
The answer is simple - in the same place where all drug shops in Russia live:
At all of the above sites, you can even get a job in existing services that provide such services, or you can start your own. Brains are not particularly required for this.
A responsibility.
This profession immediately falls under many grave articles of the criminal code. And working in the support service of the Savings Bank, in case of an oversight, will take a long time. Perhaps even longer than some cladmen.
But as a rule, representatives of this profession come out dry from the vaginas.
The main factor influencing this state of affairs is that the overwhelming majority of "victims" simply do not report what happened to the authorities, because in this case, you will have to deanonize your type of activity.
No, a criminal case is still being opened, tk. when a beaten person goes to the hospital, doctors are simply obliged to inform the dolbaeb district police officer about this.
But let's get straight: Even if you point your finger at those who beat you, the case will last for several months. How many brave security officials will look for people 2 meters tall, with rude voices, in sportswear and with gray-brown-crimson eyes?
But this is the maximum information that you can give after meeting with a crowd of prepared athletes.
And so it turns out - the wolves are fed, and the sheep are in intensive care.
Well, here we figured out, in general, with the whole profession. But they missed one important detail - earnings. And I confess, I missed it for a reason, because I want you to take a look at one of the exploits of the "workers" and decide for yourself: How much money would you like to get for such a thing:
At first, the guy was not sickly patted, forced to apologize, and then nailed his hands to a tree, of course, through and through.
How much do you think you would like to receive in cash for this?
Now remember this number. And you can compare it with real earnings by reading an interview directly with an employee in this field.
Interview with Sportik.
Everything is as usual: 2 people are participating in the interview. I am designated by the letter "I", and Sportik is designated by the letter "C".
I deliberately kept the spelling of the interlocutor (changed only the punctuation for readability). Of course, I don't want to say anything, but ...
Me: Greetings, thank you for getting in touch and decided to share with us some answers that reveal the veil of your kind of activity.
S: Not at all.
Me: Tell us about how you got into this sphere?
S: A friend called me, we went to one section with him. At that time I was engaged in freestyle wrestling. With money it became tight, began to be interested in part-time work. And so a friend called to see you.
Me: How was it? You asked where to earn some money, and he said "Let's go fuck people"?
S: Of course not. He said that you can warm up at the same time and get money. Like one you need to catch, knows the address and appearance, but you need to follow.
Me: Oh, at first they put you on surveillance? Hmm, but did you tell me what kind of guy he was and what he wants to do with him?
S: No, what kind of person did he not tell, he said that serious people were abidel. I myself realized that they want to fuck him. But I thought so, slegantsa. It turned out to be a little stronger than I imagined.
Me: Let's talk about the severity a little later - fix it. Did you agree and your friend showed you the photo and gave you the address?
S: Yes, I learned the name, surname, address, place of study, mother's name and father's name. Photogarfies of mother and father were sent later.
Me: And why are they? You were supposed to track them down too?
S: No, my friend just didn't want to jump when he came out with his mother or father.
Me: Did your friend explain why?
S: I didn't ask, I don't need it.
Me: Ok, how did you track him down? Can you tell us in detail?
S: What is there to tell? We drove to his entrance and sat in the car waiting for him to leave the house.
Me: A, ie were you not alone while waiting?
S: Well, yes, it would be boring alone ..
Me: And how many of you were there?
S: There are two of us in the car, somewhere nearby there was a gazelle with 6 more guys .
Me: Did you know them? And did you even know that they were nearby?
S: I didn't know the guys, out of all their talpa I knew only a friend with whom I was sitting in a car.
Me: Okay, what happened next?
S: For about an hour we sat and he (endured) came out of the padik. I wanted to get out of the car, but my friend got the type early. He opened the mess and took out 2 masks. He gave one to me, put it in his pocket, and then the two of us went out and plowed after.
Me: How long did you keep him like that?
S: Not really, we had to understand where he was walking, as they explained to me later - in order to know that no one would miss him for sure in the next 2-3 hours.
Me: Okay, where did he take you?
S: This debick is flooded behind the bookmark. Around the corner of the house I sat down in a dachshund. We memorized the number and ran to the wheelbarrow in order to get on the tail in time. Already on the way, a friend called the guys and handed the taxi number.
Me: Did you catch up with him? Not lost?
S: Koneshno, there is nothing difficult about that. He also had a fartanulo - a treasure in a fishing line outside the city was caught. He got out of the taxi, she turned on the current - we gasped too.
Me: Ie. did you attack him?
S: No, we taxied to him in a wheelbarrow, stopped and a friend shouted "*** Name ***, if you don't want to sit down, don't go there - padstava at his window," I got into the car myself ?
Me: Sly, and what did you do next?
S: I gave the gas, and a friend called the guys to go to the point.
Me: Did you say it out loud?
S: Yes, why piss? The doors are clouded, he has nowhere to go.
Me: Did the guy not understand that the mousetrap slammed shut at that moment?
S: I guess I realized when a friend put the phone down, he started offering money.
Me: How much did you offer, if not a secret?
S: More than we got in the end.
Me: So you refused to take money from him and completed the task?
S: Yes, a reputation for giving money ...
Me: Is it clear what you did with him in the end?
S: They took me to an agreed place in the forest, the rest of the guys jumped up there, freaked out, put me on my knees and filmed a video with apologies for the customer.
Me: Well, "beat up" is a loose concept. In your opinion, it was strong?
S: 8 people kneaded him, and after the recording of the video he was staged "Spawning" - this is when both legs are laid on a tree with their cutaneous muscles up and they pissed on them with bats and whips, turning them into fierce bloody meat.
Me: Foo bl ... Did you take part in all this?
S: Well, of course, I didn’t watch it ?
Me: And it was not a pity to do this with a person in general?
S: Honestly, at first it was a pity, but some kind of gut instinct prevailed as a stalemate, and it even seemed very funny.
Me: You're a fucking sadist. I am even disgusted with reading it now. Obviously the job is not for me. Okay, let's move away from the details of this case and talk about your occupation in general. How many of these bloody orders have you already completed?
S: I don’t shield them, but the order comes out every month in 2-5.
Me: Okay, how much are you getting paid for one such assignment?
S: From 10 to 25 thousand rubles, depending on the cruelty and the city.
Me: So, with cruelty it is clear, but what about the cities?
S: Well, the distance of the city, how long does a priest live there and so much so.
Me: Got it, something like a business trip? You probably pay for travel and housing?
S: Yes, usually they rent an apartment for a day or three, travel, food and so on are also paid
Me: The clarity is complete, let's now talk about safety and responsibility. Well, in general, about the connections with law enforcement agencies. Have there been any cases in your experience when you could / wanted to pull up for a completed task?
S: No, there was one case when the guys stopped our car and found bats, brass knuckles, ropes covered in blood and so on. But we immediately told who we were and where we were going from - we were allowed.
Me: This is a twist. What did you tell them?
S: That the cladman was punished. The meta are all aware of people like us. There are also several cops in our team.
Me: Well, not surprising. Okay, how do you communicate within the team? Do you use secure messengers, can you somehow encrypt?
S: No, we write off in the telegram in the chat, get together at the point and go where we need to.
Me: Who gives you assignments? Do you work with some kind of customer base or do you have some kind of agency?
S: Chesna, I don't know, one "chief" in our team tells us about the assignment, and he will pick them up somewhere on the Internet. I don't get into such subtleties.
Me: I understand. Here you fuck the cladmen. How do you yourself feel about substances? Do you use something? Or are there some people on your team?
S: Personally, I am rare. Sometimes the magician will sniff meow, but chito is in the company for rest. But in the team - I don't know. We do not maintain friendly relations.
Me: Hmm. Everything is rigidly arranged there. But in general, everything is clear. There remains the last question, which begs itself - was it such that you are rebuffed or did you come across a person who gave pussies to you, and not you to him?
S: No, there weren't any. We hunt them down and attack that mament - when it suits us.
Me: And how, in general, do you like this type of activity? Don't you think this is a flawed and fucking job? It's just somehow disgusting for me.
S: I don't give a fuck, okay. Money pays - and what's next to give a fuck. I don't aspire to heaven.
Me: You fucking scumbag. Okay, thanks for the interview, I have never been so disgusted ? Yes, and hardly ever will be.
S: And I remembered stories in detail about how we chopped the cannulas, buried them alive in a box, but dug them out a little later - I thought we’ll talk a little longer.
Me: You’re sorry, but I’m somehow disgusted to read about this, and also publish this on the channel. I think everything is clear to everyone. Okay, thank you, I'll go write the ending then.
Good luck.
I bet that you, at least once, have heard about the profession "Sportik" and already at least approximately understand what kind of profession it is. But considering that we have gathered here to study the shadow sphere from the inside, I will still tell you more about them (for those who have not heard of such an "outstanding" profession).
Well, if you understand everything, you can scroll to the next chapter .
Let me emphasize right away that the article turned out to be really interesting.
Who are the sportsmen?
As the name implies, this is a profession closely related to sports. But as far as she is connected with sports, she is so far from him.
Interesting wording? Let me explain:
Yes, sportsmen are athletes. And in fact it is worthy (after all, a healthy lifestyle is to some extent good), but as a rule, an athlete needs complete dedication to achieve any success.
Classes in gyms, workouts, etc. they take both time and money from athletes.
- "Live and learn" is the life formula of each of us. But in the case of sports, this formula is transformed into the following:
"Live for a century - train for a century" - it is from such a transformation that a person begins to spend time on training, while scoring at the same time on intellectual development.
And let some jock get angry with me now, but that is how the term "Jock-Fool" appeared, which was pretty much fed by that very Kuzya from the TV series "Univer". - "Time = money" is a formula that appeared simultaneously with the creation of money and settlement systems.
Work as a loader at Pyaterochka?
We can, but we will have to score for training. The work schedule only allows you to work and sleep in between shifts, face in a pillow, dreaming of turning a fucker to the cunning administrator of the hall, who does not allow him to sit down once again.
Get a job in a more prestigious position?
Here you need brains, which, as a rule, are a bit tight. And in general I want to "easy money".
And here, the shadow sphere comes to the aid of the desperate jocks. Yes, yes, it is the one that gives work to the "uneducated cattle killing his own body" and, in general, to many people in despair, because no one "from a good life" will go to crime.
The 90s have passed, as well as the time when an athlete could jump into an organized criminal group on the fly and start his career in the criminal community. Times have changed, but some habits have remained the same - the "top of the underworld", as before, like to punish their guilty employees. And if earlier they were punished by shooting near the entrance, now the punishments have become less deadly, but no less bloody. The executions were replaced by beatings and mutilations.
Explained not clearly?
Let me explain directly: In our time, the services of athletes are considered beating and mutilation to order.
The essence of the work is as follows:
The athlete (s) are sent the data of the person who needs to be punished. Next, the subject of the order itself is sent: what exactly the athlete (s) should do with the person.
The athlete (s) track down the ordered person and fulfill the order by making a video / photo fixation for evidence. And after presenting these materials to the customer, he receives (are) the coveted coin, which he then spends (is) to pay for subscriptions, life, etc.
“Okay, it’s okay,” you might think. But let's take a look at all this from the other side:
- Will sportsmen check the veracity of the guilty charges? No, their task is to punish, not to understand the situation. Accordingly, even an innocent person who was ordered for one reason or another (maybe even by mistake) may suffer at their hands.
- Do sportsmen think that by cutting off one or another limb of a person, they make him disabled for the rest of his life? Maybe they are thinking, but after all, everyone is exactly chopping.
- Do sportsmen think that their victim, taken to the forest and beaten with extreme cruelty, may not even get to the nearest hospital and die from his injuries? Maybe they are thinking, but everyone is beaten exactly.
Requirements for the profession.
As a rule, the list of requirements for this profession is simple and universal to work with any segment of the victim's spheres of activity.
It doesn't matter if the order is for a stealing treasureman, or a debtor, or for a competitor - the sport must meet the following requirements:
- Be pumped up with a "formidable figure"
- Be with nerves of steel
- Be cold-blooded and ready to carry out even the most creepy orders.
Ok, we figured out the essence of the profession and its requirements. Let's say it suits you. Where can you find such a job? Read on - we'll tell you.
Where can I find orders?
The main consumer of this service is usually drug shops. It is in the drug industry that theft is extremely developed, for a variety of reasons (dependence, the desire to sell the store's goods yourself and earn more, etc.).
Shops understand - as a rule, the goods cannot be returned (it is either smashed or drained), the money is already lost, but leaving it just like that on its own is impossible. After all, metastases will be trampled on from the scam in the form of his friends who have learned about the "successful feat" and are diligently trying to repeat the scam again. Plus, the punishment of one - can scare away the desire of others.
Accordingly, the only correct solution in this situation is to turn to sportsmen.
Despite the generally accepted concept of "cladman anonymity", this is all a myth. After all, the store (in this case, the customer) can track the treasure man and keep him on the hook even before theft happened: track and photograph the face when the MK is lifted by the treasure man, or request passport data instead of the deposit when using the device.
But something we digress from the topic of the chapter - where to find such a job?
The answer is simple - in the same place where all drug shops in Russia live:
- Hydra
- RC - forums
- Telegram
At all of the above sites, you can even get a job in existing services that provide such services, or you can start your own. Brains are not particularly required for this.
A responsibility.
This profession immediately falls under many grave articles of the criminal code. And working in the support service of the Savings Bank, in case of an oversight, will take a long time. Perhaps even longer than some cladmen.
But as a rule, representatives of this profession come out dry from the vaginas.
The main factor influencing this state of affairs is that the overwhelming majority of "victims" simply do not report what happened to the authorities, because in this case, you will have to deanonize your type of activity.
No, a criminal case is still being opened, tk. when a beaten person goes to the hospital, doctors are simply obliged to inform the dolbaeb district police officer about this.
But let's get straight: Even if you point your finger at those who beat you, the case will last for several months. How many brave security officials will look for people 2 meters tall, with rude voices, in sportswear and with gray-brown-crimson eyes?
But this is the maximum information that you can give after meeting with a crowd of prepared athletes.
And so it turns out - the wolves are fed, and the sheep are in intensive care.
Well, here we figured out, in general, with the whole profession. But they missed one important detail - earnings. And I confess, I missed it for a reason, because I want you to take a look at one of the exploits of the "workers" and decide for yourself: How much money would you like to get for such a thing:
At first, the guy was not sickly patted, forced to apologize, and then nailed his hands to a tree, of course, through and through.
How much do you think you would like to receive in cash for this?
Now remember this number. And you can compare it with real earnings by reading an interview directly with an employee in this field.
Interview with Sportik.
Everything is as usual: 2 people are participating in the interview. I am designated by the letter "I", and Sportik is designated by the letter "C".
I deliberately kept the spelling of the interlocutor (changed only the punctuation for readability). Of course, I don't want to say anything, but ...
Me: Greetings, thank you for getting in touch and decided to share with us some answers that reveal the veil of your kind of activity.
S: Not at all.
Me: Tell us about how you got into this sphere?
S: A friend called me, we went to one section with him. At that time I was engaged in freestyle wrestling. With money it became tight, began to be interested in part-time work. And so a friend called to see you.
Me: How was it? You asked where to earn some money, and he said "Let's go fuck people"?
S: Of course not. He said that you can warm up at the same time and get money. Like one you need to catch, knows the address and appearance, but you need to follow.
Me: Oh, at first they put you on surveillance? Hmm, but did you tell me what kind of guy he was and what he wants to do with him?
S: No, what kind of person did he not tell, he said that serious people were abidel. I myself realized that they want to fuck him. But I thought so, slegantsa. It turned out to be a little stronger than I imagined.
Me: Let's talk about the severity a little later - fix it. Did you agree and your friend showed you the photo and gave you the address?
S: Yes, I learned the name, surname, address, place of study, mother's name and father's name. Photogarfies of mother and father were sent later.
Me: And why are they? You were supposed to track them down too?
S: No, my friend just didn't want to jump when he came out with his mother or father.
Me: Did your friend explain why?
S: I didn't ask, I don't need it.
Me: Ok, how did you track him down? Can you tell us in detail?
S: What is there to tell? We drove to his entrance and sat in the car waiting for him to leave the house.
Me: A, ie were you not alone while waiting?
S: Well, yes, it would be boring alone ..
Me: And how many of you were there?
S: There are two of us in the car, somewhere nearby there was a gazelle with 6 more guys .
Me: Did you know them? And did you even know that they were nearby?
S: I didn't know the guys, out of all their talpa I knew only a friend with whom I was sitting in a car.
Me: Okay, what happened next?
S: For about an hour we sat and he (endured) came out of the padik. I wanted to get out of the car, but my friend got the type early. He opened the mess and took out 2 masks. He gave one to me, put it in his pocket, and then the two of us went out and plowed after.
Me: How long did you keep him like that?
S: Not really, we had to understand where he was walking, as they explained to me later - in order to know that no one would miss him for sure in the next 2-3 hours.
Me: Okay, where did he take you?
S: This debick is flooded behind the bookmark. Around the corner of the house I sat down in a dachshund. We memorized the number and ran to the wheelbarrow in order to get on the tail in time. Already on the way, a friend called the guys and handed the taxi number.
Me: Did you catch up with him? Not lost?
S: Koneshno, there is nothing difficult about that. He also had a fartanulo - a treasure in a fishing line outside the city was caught. He got out of the taxi, she turned on the current - we gasped too.
Me: Ie. did you attack him?
S: No, we taxied to him in a wheelbarrow, stopped and a friend shouted "*** Name ***, if you don't want to sit down, don't go there - padstava at his window," I got into the car myself ?
Me: Sly, and what did you do next?
S: I gave the gas, and a friend called the guys to go to the point.
Me: Did you say it out loud?
S: Yes, why piss? The doors are clouded, he has nowhere to go.
Me: Did the guy not understand that the mousetrap slammed shut at that moment?
S: I guess I realized when a friend put the phone down, he started offering money.
Me: How much did you offer, if not a secret?
S: More than we got in the end.
Me: So you refused to take money from him and completed the task?
S: Yes, a reputation for giving money ...
Me: Is it clear what you did with him in the end?
S: They took me to an agreed place in the forest, the rest of the guys jumped up there, freaked out, put me on my knees and filmed a video with apologies for the customer.
Me: Well, "beat up" is a loose concept. In your opinion, it was strong?
S: 8 people kneaded him, and after the recording of the video he was staged "Spawning" - this is when both legs are laid on a tree with their cutaneous muscles up and they pissed on them with bats and whips, turning them into fierce bloody meat.
Me: Foo bl ... Did you take part in all this?
S: Well, of course, I didn’t watch it ?
Me: And it was not a pity to do this with a person in general?
S: Honestly, at first it was a pity, but some kind of gut instinct prevailed as a stalemate, and it even seemed very funny.
Me: You're a fucking sadist. I am even disgusted with reading it now. Obviously the job is not for me. Okay, let's move away from the details of this case and talk about your occupation in general. How many of these bloody orders have you already completed?
S: I don’t shield them, but the order comes out every month in 2-5.
Me: Okay, how much are you getting paid for one such assignment?
S: From 10 to 25 thousand rubles, depending on the cruelty and the city.
Me: So, with cruelty it is clear, but what about the cities?
S: Well, the distance of the city, how long does a priest live there and so much so.
Me: Got it, something like a business trip? You probably pay for travel and housing?
S: Yes, usually they rent an apartment for a day or three, travel, food and so on are also paid
Me: The clarity is complete, let's now talk about safety and responsibility. Well, in general, about the connections with law enforcement agencies. Have there been any cases in your experience when you could / wanted to pull up for a completed task?
S: No, there was one case when the guys stopped our car and found bats, brass knuckles, ropes covered in blood and so on. But we immediately told who we were and where we were going from - we were allowed.
Me: This is a twist. What did you tell them?
S: That the cladman was punished. The meta are all aware of people like us. There are also several cops in our team.
Me: Well, not surprising. Okay, how do you communicate within the team? Do you use secure messengers, can you somehow encrypt?
S: No, we write off in the telegram in the chat, get together at the point and go where we need to.
Me: Who gives you assignments? Do you work with some kind of customer base or do you have some kind of agency?
S: Chesna, I don't know, one "chief" in our team tells us about the assignment, and he will pick them up somewhere on the Internet. I don't get into such subtleties.
Me: I understand. Here you fuck the cladmen. How do you yourself feel about substances? Do you use something? Or are there some people on your team?
S: Personally, I am rare. Sometimes the magician will sniff meow, but chito is in the company for rest. But in the team - I don't know. We do not maintain friendly relations.
Me: Hmm. Everything is rigidly arranged there. But in general, everything is clear. There remains the last question, which begs itself - was it such that you are rebuffed or did you come across a person who gave pussies to you, and not you to him?
S: No, there weren't any. We hunt them down and attack that mament - when it suits us.
Me: And how, in general, do you like this type of activity? Don't you think this is a flawed and fucking job? It's just somehow disgusting for me.
S: I don't give a fuck, okay. Money pays - and what's next to give a fuck. I don't aspire to heaven.
Me: You fucking scumbag. Okay, thanks for the interview, I have never been so disgusted ? Yes, and hardly ever will be.
S: And I remembered stories in detail about how we chopped the cannulas, buried them alive in a box, but dug them out a little later - I thought we’ll talk a little longer.
Me: You’re sorry, but I’m somehow disgusted to read about this, and also publish this on the channel. I think everything is clear to everyone. Okay, thank you, I'll go write the ending then.
Good luck.
