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Does it make it better? I'm not sure. Hey everyone, my name is Sam. And this is one of those stories I'm not proud of. Hell, these stories need to be told. And they need to be talked about because this is my experience. And I don't want it to remain in the shadows. And I want it to help whoever it can help. Hahaha. And it was also a lot of fun and rock 'n' roll. I want to warn you right away that everything I talk about in this video is bad.
It can't be repeated. I got through this, but I've been through a lot of hustle and bustle. It will probably kill you or seriously injure you. So pour yourself a cup of tea, listen to the story, and stay home. Carding. Many of you have heard the word, a little less understand its meaning, and perhaps very few have encountered its various manifestations. I will not tell you in detail now what it is, how it works, how hacker schemes are arranged, annually bending the world banking system for billions of dollars.
So, I am sure that each of you has a debit or credit card, and if you have never heard of what this carding is, then you are at risk. This definition is for you. Carding is a sphere of computer crimes using credit cards. That is, this is when a brand new iPhone is bought for your money without your knowledge somewhere in Bangladesh.
Carding is a huge industry, to maintain the operability of which about a dozen illegal professions work, from those who steal credit card data to people who draw fake documents.
Carding is the theft of credit card data, with their subsequent cashing out. You can cash out in millions of different ways. Direct withdrawal of cash through drops, purchase of equipment in online stores and its subsequent resale, and so on and so forth. I'll tell you about cashing out in the service sector, how I encountered it, how I used it, how the system deceived me, I lost absolutely all my money.
I had two suitcases of things left, a dollar, 87 cents on the card, then I lived on the beach and in Starbucks in Dubai for a few more days. Story time! Let's go! In 2017, I lived and worked in Dubai. I was filming commercial projects for business, making advertisements and music videos there. I felt great, I had quite a lot of money, but in Dubai, if you guess, there is a pretty expensive lifestyle.
And I wanted to feel part of this expensive lifestyle. And then, by chance, through friends, I learned what a carder is. I learned how to live through a carder, how you can rent expensive apartments, stay in cool hotels, drive a Lamborghini, fly on a helicopter, travel super cheaply around the world and use a huge number of services practically for free.
We call hackers hackers because they usually sell the data they get. But carders buy it. And after they get the data, they need to use it somehow.
I was told about Telegram channels where you can get this service for 20, 30, 50% of the real cost of the service. The scheme is quite simple. The carder steals money from some guy in America. More precisely, he steals his credit card data and from that time on can use it absolutely as he wants.
The greatest damage is caused by hackers. They hack the security systems of online stores and steal not just one card, but an entire database of customers who have ever bought something from them. First name, last name, address, card number, expiration date and CVV code. This is the data that hackers will get. Here another branching begins. There are two options.
Cash out money or buy something with it for the purpose of subsequent resale In addition to purchasing various equipment and things, the service sector is especially popular. These are trips to the sea for 20% of the cost, booking expensive hotels and cars.
Then, in order to cash out and launder the money, he creates a Telegram channel on which he offers the above-mentioned services such as booking housing, planes, renting cars, taxis, anything that can be paid for by credit card. He offers the end user these services for 20-30-40% of their real cost. Which, of course, becomes attractive. The client, me, going to this Telegram channel, contacts the carder, says what he needs, transfers these 20-30% to his wallet, usually in bitcoin, and receives his service.
That is, if the usual cost of renting a Lamborghini Aventador in Dubai is $ 1,000, you can get it through the carder for $ 200-300 per day. And if you have been working with this carder for a long time, have become friends, and you offer him some other promo, damn, the guy has unlimited money, he steals credit cards, he can do whatever you want for free.
Who is left out in the cold? Here is an interesting moral side of this issue. When a carder steals credit card data, he does not steal it from a person, but in fact, he appropriates the money of the bank that issued this credit card. And as soon as you pay for your service, the owner of the credit card may notice that his money was withdrawn, it was not he who did it. He applies to the bank with a request for a refund, and, as a rule, the bank returns his money.
That is, in this system, banks suffer, which do not suffer so much, because all these risks have long been spelled out in the rates on loans. And in fact, this is just the cycle of money in nature. Anyway, my story. Focus. In the fall of 2017, I used the carder's services for several months. I flew, I rented cars, I rented entertainment, and I also lived in hotels.
I lived in hotels all the time using a carder. The peculiarity of living in hotels using carders is that you constantly need to be on guard. You... You constantly need to have your suitcases packed. You cannot stay longer than 4-5 days, because during this time, as a rule, the owner of the credit card will see that his data has been stolen, issue a refund and you will simply be evicted from the hotel. Or even worse, they will withdraw money from your credit card.
Therefore, the most important rule, when you stay in a hotel using a carder, is to never and under no circumstances show or indicate your real credit card details anywhere. Because, again, sooner or later, when the owner of the stolen credit card sees the loss, the Hotel will start to sort things out and will try to get their money back at any cost. This is what happened to me in one of the hotels in Dubai, which, by the way, cost about 10 thousand dollars a week.
Yeah, I lived there like a fucking king, it cost me 2 thousand and something. I knew I shouldn't give away my card details, I didn't. I paid all the fees and credits in cash. I checked in, hung out, used the room service as I wanted, because, come on, it wasn't me paying for it, some American bank did. I was having fun, bringing friends there, and at some point, I think it was the fourth day of my stay, my room wouldn't open, my key wouldn't work.
I went to the reception to figure out what the problem was. Of course, I knew what the problem was. But like in any other life situation, when you have to play by your own rules, you just need to be mega confident. I went down to the reception and asked what the problem was. Why wouldn't the door open in my $10,000 room? What the fuck? To which the entire staff got scared and timidly told me that my payment had been missed. The $10,000 for my beautiful room disappeared somewhere.
Where did they disappear to? I returned them to the bank. And then they offered to pay me the $10,000 right then and there in cash or by card. To be honest, I was the one who got scared, but I didn’t show it because I knew there was no turning back. My clothes were locked in my room with a key that, damn it, didn’t work. And all I wanted to do at that moment was take my things and run away from this hotel so that they wouldn’t find me again.
I turned to the hotel staff and politely asked them to give me two hours to sort out this situation with my travel agency. Yes, I just called Carder my travel agency. But the guys believed me. They opened the room for me. I took my things and, looking super confident, walked down and out of the hotel right in front of them. I don’t know, I think they were just shocked by such impudence and didn’t even understand anything, so they didn’t try to stop me.
I left the hotel with two suitcases, sat down in the nearest restaurant, wrote to Carder what I should do now. And he, apologizing for the inconvenience, simply provided me with another hotel for a couple more days, where I safely threw my clothes and had already forgotten about the situation that happened in the first hotel. A few days later, I'm riding in a taxi and see how a notification from my bank account starts coming to me. Payment of $9,000, transaction cancellation, insufficient funds.
Payment of $9,000, transaction cancellation, insufficient funds And in 10 seconds, just 10 such notifications come I'm in shock, I understand that they are trying to withdraw $9,000 from me I immediately understand that they are trying to withdraw the hotel Because they somehow found out my credit information a few days after I ran away from them. And I immediately ask the taxi driver to stop at the nearest bank to cash these 9 thousand dollars. More precisely, not 9, but how much? I had about 7 thousand with change there.
I wanted to cash out this money so I would just have cash in hand and feel calm, so that nothing could be taken from me. We're driving to the bank, time is ticking in seconds for me. Everything is just happening in slow motion. A million of these messages, cancel 9000, cancel 9000, cancel 9000. And then moment X comes.
They figured out to split the payments. Payment of 4 and a half thousand dollars. Payment confirmed. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, BITCH! Payment of 4 and a half thousand dollars. Cancellation of transaction, insufficient funds. Payment of 2 thousand dollars, payment confirmed and they start taking it from me in parts. 4 and a half, 2 thousand, 500 dollars, 250, 120, 60, 30, 20, 15, 10. They took absolutely everything from me by the time I got to the bank.
When I inserted the card into the ATM, I saw this picture. Yes, I had a dollar, eighty-nine cents left on the card. And apart from the hundred dirhams that I gave to the taxi driver, that was absolutely all my money. Holy shit. Is the carder to blame? No. Is the bank to blame? No. Is the hotel to blame? No. They got their money back.
I'm the fool in this situation. After all, when I was staying at the hotel, one evening I went down to the pool, bought some water and paid for it via Apple Pay. Without even thinking about it. This is how the hotel got my credit card details, and after a few days of searching they found out that it was me who bought that water, and it was me who then deceived them with the payment, and therefore it was from me, from my credit card, that they withdrew almost the entire amount that I should have paid in real life for this hotel.
9 thousand dollars, yes, 10. It doesn't matter, they withdrew all the money from me, 7, whatever it was, thousands of bucks, what happened next? And then my second hotel rental expired, I packed all my suitcases, two, and went to spend the night on the beach. To spend the night on the beach, in Starbucks. In the morning, I asked the first customer who came to the establishment to buy me breakfast. And the next forty hours, I was endlessly writing commercial proposals to everyone I could.
From local Dubai brands to Versace and Dolce & Gabbana. I knew I was screwed, that I urgently needed money, that I urgently needed a job, that I urgently needed to crawl out of my ass. Otherwise, I would die. It was good that it was warm there, and I could afford to spend the night on the beach. But I wrote, I screamed, I tried to reach everyone at that moment in a desperate attempt to find a client. Yes, I had absolutely no subscribers then.
I couldn’t ask for donations, I don’t know. I decided not to ask my friends and parents for help. By the way, the latter probably don’t even know this story, and a few more moments in their life when I was essentially homeless. Yes, my parents could absolutely always help me, get me out of any situation, but I don’t know why, I never turned to you in such situations, mom and dad. Thank you for raising me like this. By the way, regarding the requests, I even got a response from Hugo Boss, I think, after a few days, but we never worked with them.
Anyway, that's how I got burned by carding, that's how fate zeroed me out, and I decided that I would never use the services of not entirely honest guys again, let's say. Yes, if you're interested, after about forty hours of my agony and despair, I finally got out of that situation. I followed through with one of my old contacts, finished a project with him and got about 5 thousand dollars for it, which got me back on my feet again.
From the very bottom to the top. I've always lived like that, and for some reason I've always liked living like that. I've never been able to live evenly, you know? More precisely, whenever I was able to live evenly, I didn't like that kind of life. For example, I've been living evenly for the last year and a half, and now some kind of shit has happened, and that's how everything is going. And it's maddening to me. Why am I telling you all this? So that... So that you learn from my experience, so that you are inspired by these stories, so that you don't do such shit, but just watch my movie and draw your own conclusions.
This was a story that I'm not very proud of the beginning of. But I am proud of how I came out of it. This was Sam and I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks everyone for reading. Yo, guys, I completely forgot.
(c) Sam Polyvyanny
Hey everyone! Wait.
Does it make it better? I'm not sure. Hey everyone, my name is Sam. And this is one of those stories I'm not proud of. Hell, these stories need to be told. And they need to be talked about because this is my experience. And I don't want it to remain in the shadows. And I want it to help whoever it can help. Hahaha. And it was also a lot of fun and rock 'n' roll. I want to warn you right away that everything I talk about in this video is bad.
It can't be repeated. I got through this, but I've been through a lot of hustle and bustle. It will probably kill you or seriously injure you. So pour yourself a cup of tea, listen to the story, and stay home. Carding. Many of you have heard the word, a little less understand its meaning, and perhaps very few have encountered its various manifestations. I will not tell you in detail now what it is, how it works, how hacker schemes are arranged, annually bending the world banking system for billions of dollars.
So, I am sure that each of you has a debit or credit card, and if you have never heard of what this carding is, then you are at risk. This definition is for you. Carding is a sphere of computer crimes using credit cards. That is, this is when a brand new iPhone is bought for your money without your knowledge somewhere in Bangladesh.
Carding is a huge industry, to maintain the operability of which about a dozen illegal professions work, from those who steal credit card data to people who draw fake documents.
Carding is the theft of credit card data, with their subsequent cashing out. You can cash out in millions of different ways. Direct withdrawal of cash through drops, purchase of equipment in online stores and its subsequent resale, and so on and so forth. I'll tell you about cashing out in the service sector, how I encountered it, how I used it, how the system deceived me, I lost absolutely all my money.
I had two suitcases of things left, a dollar, 87 cents on the card, then I lived on the beach and in Starbucks in Dubai for a few more days. Story time! Let's go! In 2017, I lived and worked in Dubai. I was filming commercial projects for business, making advertisements and music videos there. I felt great, I had quite a lot of money, but in Dubai, if you guess, there is a pretty expensive lifestyle.
And I wanted to feel part of this expensive lifestyle. And then, by chance, through friends, I learned what a carder is. I learned how to live through a carder, how you can rent expensive apartments, stay in cool hotels, drive a Lamborghini, fly on a helicopter, travel super cheaply around the world and use a huge number of services practically for free.
We call hackers hackers because they usually sell the data they get. But carders buy it. And after they get the data, they need to use it somehow.
I was told about Telegram channels where you can get this service for 20, 30, 50% of the real cost of the service. The scheme is quite simple. The carder steals money from some guy in America. More precisely, he steals his credit card data and from that time on can use it absolutely as he wants.
The greatest damage is caused by hackers. They hack the security systems of online stores and steal not just one card, but an entire database of customers who have ever bought something from them. First name, last name, address, card number, expiration date and CVV code. This is the data that hackers will get. Here another branching begins. There are two options.
Cash out money or buy something with it for the purpose of subsequent resale In addition to purchasing various equipment and things, the service sector is especially popular. These are trips to the sea for 20% of the cost, booking expensive hotels and cars.
Then, in order to cash out and launder the money, he creates a Telegram channel on which he offers the above-mentioned services such as booking housing, planes, renting cars, taxis, anything that can be paid for by credit card. He offers the end user these services for 20-30-40% of their real cost. Which, of course, becomes attractive. The client, me, going to this Telegram channel, contacts the carder, says what he needs, transfers these 20-30% to his wallet, usually in bitcoin, and receives his service.
That is, if the usual cost of renting a Lamborghini Aventador in Dubai is $ 1,000, you can get it through the carder for $ 200-300 per day. And if you have been working with this carder for a long time, have become friends, and you offer him some other promo, damn, the guy has unlimited money, he steals credit cards, he can do whatever you want for free.
Who is left out in the cold? Here is an interesting moral side of this issue. When a carder steals credit card data, he does not steal it from a person, but in fact, he appropriates the money of the bank that issued this credit card. And as soon as you pay for your service, the owner of the credit card may notice that his money was withdrawn, it was not he who did it. He applies to the bank with a request for a refund, and, as a rule, the bank returns his money.
That is, in this system, banks suffer, which do not suffer so much, because all these risks have long been spelled out in the rates on loans. And in fact, this is just the cycle of money in nature. Anyway, my story. Focus. In the fall of 2017, I used the carder's services for several months. I flew, I rented cars, I rented entertainment, and I also lived in hotels.
I lived in hotels all the time using a carder. The peculiarity of living in hotels using carders is that you constantly need to be on guard. You... You constantly need to have your suitcases packed. You cannot stay longer than 4-5 days, because during this time, as a rule, the owner of the credit card will see that his data has been stolen, issue a refund and you will simply be evicted from the hotel. Or even worse, they will withdraw money from your credit card.
Therefore, the most important rule, when you stay in a hotel using a carder, is to never and under no circumstances show or indicate your real credit card details anywhere. Because, again, sooner or later, when the owner of the stolen credit card sees the loss, the Hotel will start to sort things out and will try to get their money back at any cost. This is what happened to me in one of the hotels in Dubai, which, by the way, cost about 10 thousand dollars a week.
Yeah, I lived there like a fucking king, it cost me 2 thousand and something. I knew I shouldn't give away my card details, I didn't. I paid all the fees and credits in cash. I checked in, hung out, used the room service as I wanted, because, come on, it wasn't me paying for it, some American bank did. I was having fun, bringing friends there, and at some point, I think it was the fourth day of my stay, my room wouldn't open, my key wouldn't work.
I went to the reception to figure out what the problem was. Of course, I knew what the problem was. But like in any other life situation, when you have to play by your own rules, you just need to be mega confident. I went down to the reception and asked what the problem was. Why wouldn't the door open in my $10,000 room? What the fuck? To which the entire staff got scared and timidly told me that my payment had been missed. The $10,000 for my beautiful room disappeared somewhere.
Where did they disappear to? I returned them to the bank. And then they offered to pay me the $10,000 right then and there in cash or by card. To be honest, I was the one who got scared, but I didn’t show it because I knew there was no turning back. My clothes were locked in my room with a key that, damn it, didn’t work. And all I wanted to do at that moment was take my things and run away from this hotel so that they wouldn’t find me again.
I turned to the hotel staff and politely asked them to give me two hours to sort out this situation with my travel agency. Yes, I just called Carder my travel agency. But the guys believed me. They opened the room for me. I took my things and, looking super confident, walked down and out of the hotel right in front of them. I don’t know, I think they were just shocked by such impudence and didn’t even understand anything, so they didn’t try to stop me.
I left the hotel with two suitcases, sat down in the nearest restaurant, wrote to Carder what I should do now. And he, apologizing for the inconvenience, simply provided me with another hotel for a couple more days, where I safely threw my clothes and had already forgotten about the situation that happened in the first hotel. A few days later, I'm riding in a taxi and see how a notification from my bank account starts coming to me. Payment of $9,000, transaction cancellation, insufficient funds.
Payment of $9,000, transaction cancellation, insufficient funds And in 10 seconds, just 10 such notifications come I'm in shock, I understand that they are trying to withdraw $9,000 from me I immediately understand that they are trying to withdraw the hotel Because they somehow found out my credit information a few days after I ran away from them. And I immediately ask the taxi driver to stop at the nearest bank to cash these 9 thousand dollars. More precisely, not 9, but how much? I had about 7 thousand with change there.
I wanted to cash out this money so I would just have cash in hand and feel calm, so that nothing could be taken from me. We're driving to the bank, time is ticking in seconds for me. Everything is just happening in slow motion. A million of these messages, cancel 9000, cancel 9000, cancel 9000. And then moment X comes.
They figured out to split the payments. Payment of 4 and a half thousand dollars. Payment confirmed. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, BITCH! Payment of 4 and a half thousand dollars. Cancellation of transaction, insufficient funds. Payment of 2 thousand dollars, payment confirmed and they start taking it from me in parts. 4 and a half, 2 thousand, 500 dollars, 250, 120, 60, 30, 20, 15, 10. They took absolutely everything from me by the time I got to the bank.
When I inserted the card into the ATM, I saw this picture. Yes, I had a dollar, eighty-nine cents left on the card. And apart from the hundred dirhams that I gave to the taxi driver, that was absolutely all my money. Holy shit. Is the carder to blame? No. Is the bank to blame? No. Is the hotel to blame? No. They got their money back.
I'm the fool in this situation. After all, when I was staying at the hotel, one evening I went down to the pool, bought some water and paid for it via Apple Pay. Without even thinking about it. This is how the hotel got my credit card details, and after a few days of searching they found out that it was me who bought that water, and it was me who then deceived them with the payment, and therefore it was from me, from my credit card, that they withdrew almost the entire amount that I should have paid in real life for this hotel.
9 thousand dollars, yes, 10. It doesn't matter, they withdrew all the money from me, 7, whatever it was, thousands of bucks, what happened next? And then my second hotel rental expired, I packed all my suitcases, two, and went to spend the night on the beach. To spend the night on the beach, in Starbucks. In the morning, I asked the first customer who came to the establishment to buy me breakfast. And the next forty hours, I was endlessly writing commercial proposals to everyone I could.
From local Dubai brands to Versace and Dolce & Gabbana. I knew I was screwed, that I urgently needed money, that I urgently needed a job, that I urgently needed to crawl out of my ass. Otherwise, I would die. It was good that it was warm there, and I could afford to spend the night on the beach. But I wrote, I screamed, I tried to reach everyone at that moment in a desperate attempt to find a client. Yes, I had absolutely no subscribers then.
I couldn’t ask for donations, I don’t know. I decided not to ask my friends and parents for help. By the way, the latter probably don’t even know this story, and a few more moments in their life when I was essentially homeless. Yes, my parents could absolutely always help me, get me out of any situation, but I don’t know why, I never turned to you in such situations, mom and dad. Thank you for raising me like this. By the way, regarding the requests, I even got a response from Hugo Boss, I think, after a few days, but we never worked with them.
Anyway, that's how I got burned by carding, that's how fate zeroed me out, and I decided that I would never use the services of not entirely honest guys again, let's say. Yes, if you're interested, after about forty hours of my agony and despair, I finally got out of that situation. I followed through with one of my old contacts, finished a project with him and got about 5 thousand dollars for it, which got me back on my feet again.
From the very bottom to the top. I've always lived like that, and for some reason I've always liked living like that. I've never been able to live evenly, you know? More precisely, whenever I was able to live evenly, I didn't like that kind of life. For example, I've been living evenly for the last year and a half, and now some kind of shit has happened, and that's how everything is going. And it's maddening to me. Why am I telling you all this? So that... So that you learn from my experience, so that you are inspired by these stories, so that you don't do such shit, but just watch my movie and draw your own conclusions.
This was a story that I'm not very proud of the beginning of. But I am proud of how I came out of it. This was Sam and I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks everyone for reading. Yo, guys, I completely forgot.
(c) Sam Polyvyanny
