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Sergey Pavlovich continues the series of topics about his book "How I Stole a Million. Confession of a Repentant Carder" and the development of Russian cybercrime in general. What is a prison "road", what types of "roads" are there ("wet" and "by air"), what is a "malyava" and a "horse", how to write off an accomplice and possibly reduce your sentence, why do people drink chifir and much more.
Be sure to write your impressions in the comments: I will immediately respond and add/correct something in the next issues.
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Friends, hello! Glad to see you again.
It would be interesting to know about the education of carders, namely, whether they studied programming at a university, or became self-taught. How high is the entry threshold into the programming industry, for example, as I understand it, the same Sergey PP. Had nothing to do with it at all, learned it in literally a couple of years. I would say literally in a couple of months. It would also be cool if you told in detail about the best carders in Russia - Seleznev, Drinkman and Smelyanets. It would be interesting to know their life story, even a kind of issue of "Criminal Russia".
But then, I want to correct, they are not carders, they are outstanding hackers of our time in general, some of the best in the world. I have never met a hacker in my life better than Vladimir Drinkman, he once lived in my house, but I will tell you about this in future topics.
I often tell you about strategies for multiplying money. Many of you, we try, test, something works, something does not, but it often happens that it is much harder to save money than to earn it. And I encountered this in prison. In total, during my criminal career, I earned about 1.2 million dollars, but, unfortunately, I did not manage to save all of the money. And even in prison, I managed to invest.
At that time, of course, I did not have the opportunity, yes, and at that time, in principle, there was no opportunity to buy shares of some normal Western companies and via the Internet, because it was necessary to open a brokerage account, and for this you needed a turnover of at least 100 thousand dollars, in short, all this was quite difficult. But what I did, that is, I sent one of my close people there and invested money in mutual investment funds. the opportunity to buy shares directly on the stock exchange, then I think I would have saved a much larger part of my money and you have already seen in my releases the United Traders company, which essentially provides the tool that I lacked in prison to save and increase my money. And I will leave a link to United Traders under the video, this is a platform that allows you to invest in shares of companies that have already entered the stock exchange, and are just about to enter and in which some private funds own shares.
That is, I read a lot of Forbes, Secret Firmy, Kommersant Money, I selected three funds, one was engaged in oil, the second in electric power engineering and the third account I don’t remember something and invested about 20 thousand dollars in them and then, when I was released, even taking into account inflation, my money was in mutual funds for several years, 3 years specifically, even taking into account inflation and the taxes paid, I earned about 20% and this is in the book, but if I had had a phone periodically in prison then, if I had had a phone in prison then
Therefore, read carefully, study, naturally, the areas that we encounter daily have growth potential, that is, healthcare, food, clothing, tourism, beauty and health, naturally, all these companies are on United Traders and there are even companies that grow cannabis in those countries somewhere legally, but United Traders does not accept all the money, I hope you will invest there and save and increase only privately earned money through United, because otherwise you will simply be refused. The link is in the description under the video, register, study, test, buy, invest.
Now let's laugh, go through the funniest comments, because I could not stand it all anymore, in short, I took it away.
I did not smoke anything, by the way, and in general I do not have a very positive attitude towards drugs, so let's just laugh at the stupidest comments, yes. A very common comment, I see it every day under any video, especially if people are wearing masks, and everyone writes that everything is staged, moreover, they write that the actor behind the mask is always the same, which is especially funny, considering that I had a proto-star girl there.
Well, that's not the point, okay. And how can you even write such a comment, you can look at the guest's physique, you can look at his manner of speech, in general, the topic he is talking about, you see, it cannot be done by the same person, here is the most counterargument, the same person cannot understand at least approximately the proper level both carding, and growing grass, and amphetamine, car thefts, and so on, and so on.
Therefore, writing that it is one actor is complete nonsense. Please, don't write, stop, in short, otherwise we will always laugh at you. But it is good that such stupid people on the channel are generally less than 1%, the rest are all adequate, normal, nice guys.
The second question, I am often asked by both viewers and my friends and acquaintances, simply people who find out that I am somehow connected to YouTube, my channel is focused on this, they ask if I am interested in the biographies, addresses, coordinates of the guests who come to me, and in general some add that I am generally a project of the special services.
Think about it, a thousand, maybe 10 thousand drug dealers are caught every day in Russia, several carders are caught, there are thousands of scammers of all stripes, why would they need it, why would they need another drug dealer who could say that I am just a hired actor, I have never had anything to do with him, I have nothing to do with him and everything I said on the channel I made up. Those who have something to hide, that is, they change their voices beyond recognition, their methods of conspiracy and so on.
That is why the cops or other special services like the FSB, the Belarusian KGB and others never, and I think this will never happen in the future, ask me any questions. But these were more or less serious questions, and then it gets funnier, yes, that is, they ask me, they write, what are you, Seryozha, gay? They write, everything is fine, but the host is gay, do you have eye makeup? So I will answer in order, yes, I do not have eye makeup.
It happens that when you are filming, especially in the summer, your skin shines from sweat and dust, among other things, so naturally, not always, but often you have to apply a certain make-up, that is, you apply foundation to some problem areas of the skin and powder it, just so that there is no shine in the frame. I don’t paint my eyes, I only paint my nails, I’m kidding, I don’t paint my nails either.
And I’m not gay, not a faggot, of course, I have a girlfriend, her name is Katya, and if you somehow follow my biography or read my book, then I already have the fifth Katya, ironically it turns out that all the girls with whom I have some kind of long-term relationships, they are all called Katya. This is Katya number five, I hope that the last one. So I’m not gay, of course, and you don’t even have to write something like that. And I will tell you one more experiment, whoever pays the most attention to the issue of this homophobia, who fiercely hates gays, lesbians and so on, is more likely than any normal person to be gay himself.
Because there was a medical experiment, which consisted of showing people pictures, for example, of gay sex and measuring their level of arousal, there they put some device on the penis that recorded the flow of blood, that is, they measured the level of arousal. So, the results of the experiment indicate that people who fiercely hated gays or lesbians, that is, people with non-traditional sexual orientation, always had greater sexual arousal.
And this is a reason to think, so before you write to someone gay, not gay, you yourself generally remember the results of this experiment and generally think carefully about your orientation.
Comments related to drugs. In general, the topic with drugs is such that the channel, naturally, collects the most episodes about drugs and in general such an order has developed in society, of course, it is wrong, but I see that our society is most interested in drugs and stupid pranks, and all sorts of stupid entertainment shows. Naturally, this saddens me, but such is the situation. And I get asked the same questions about drugs during the day, They ask me, Seryozha, are you on opiates? Stop smoking weed. Drug addict, are you high? Don't smoke weed before filming.
In short, everything related to drugs and in general they say that I am a drug addict. Despite the fact that a lot of people come and talk about some drugs, growing weed, although weed is not a drug, you can say about stashes and other amphetamines, I do not use drugs and in principle lead a fairly healthy lifestyle, because I practically do not even drink. So just don't write to me about drugs, reconsider this topic and generally always think about what you write about, because sometimes it's better to chew than to talk, as it was in that famous advertisement.
Sit up straight, slouched, yes, well, understand, that is, interviews last for many hours, sometimes we film one episode for several hours and sitting constantly in one position, well, it's quite stressful. And if I can sit like this or like that on a chair with you right now, quite straight, but when I sit half-turned with a guest, naturally my body somehow falls out of the frame and there is an illusion that I'm slouched.
In fact, it's quite uncomfortable for me to sit and in principle it's such a labor, not that I slouched out of disrespect for you, but it happened that way. We'll put some, buy a more comfortable chair in the studio and accordingly you won't write about this anymore.
Well, forgive me for being born with one, there are people much uglier than me. And about the voice, well, not everyone can sing like that, I always suggest, when they write to me like that, well, okay, I'm tired of, for example, working a lot, come and replace me, maybe your voice will be like a ray on a turn, may it rest in peace, so please, and maybe you're alamdalon in appearance, so we'll gladly replace me with you, if you can provide at least approximately the same level of content, then please.
And I also want to tell you that never judge a person by his appearance, by his skin color, by his sexual orientation and so on, by his religion, for example, by whether he was born sick or healthy.
see, we didn't choose when we were born, the soul didn't choose what body we would inhabit, black, white, be born into a poor family, into a rich one, so you can never judge a person for who he is, because the moment of his birth did not depend on him in any way, you understand. That's also a comment. You're nothing special. Yes, probably, that is, by some standards I'm just a worm yet, having achieved nothing. You know, it depends on what you compare it to. That is, when you, like Socrates, what was your importance in the philosophical world in general in ancient times and in That is, Socrates always said, I know that I know nothing.
And there is also a story that when Roman generals returned with some victory, they were celebrated, there, well, naturally, were feasts, there were lots of flowers, the people rejoiced, greeted the winner, but a boy or a young man always ran in front of the general's chariot and said, memento mori.
Memento mori, by the way, there are many tattoos of the moment of the sea in prison, but it is translated as "remember death", you see, that is, so that a person does not fly too high in his ambitions, in pride and so on, that is, he was always reminded that he is mortal, and this brought him down to earth a little. Therefore, regarding "I can't imagine anything", most likely yes, depending on what you compare it to, you see. Compared to the same Musk, I can't imagine anything or Lambates.
I am satisfied with my current level, but there is always a limit to perfection, so before writing to me or any other person, you are nothing, start with yourself and simply compare, and analyze whether you have become such a great thing to write to others that you are nothing. Speak louder, I can't hear anything. Well, there are problems with microphones, we often try to solve them with varying degrees of success.
In principle, we try to maintain the same volume level in all videos. And I will tell you such a story, at my institute there was a grandmother, a vice-dean, such a skinny old woman of about 70 years old, taught probably until 80 plus, Angelina Alexandrovna Rodenko. And she looked completely like a Russian aristocrat of the tsarist times, completely with this hair.
She walked into the auditorium, where there were 150 students, it was a streaming lecture, and she spoke so quietly, about the same as I am now, and she spoke like I just showed you, and the most interesting thing is that even people in the back rows listened, so the quieter you speak, the more attentively they listen. And also take into account this point, that those who are on YouTube there in front of you, hi guys, here and there, now I will tell you this and that, there we went there and did that, most often they are not like that in life, these feigned emotions, this is all a game for the camera, just to entertain you, that is, I am not playing, that is, I communicate with you exactly the same way as I behave in ordinary real life, you can ask my friends and acquaintances. Therefore, I will not entertain with artificial emotions, I do not want to, it is better to have a frank honest dialogue with you on any topic and calmly, which is the most important thing.
For those who haven't read the first threads, I'll remind you that Grisha was a bastard whom I met simply in the temporary detention facility. And when he was released, he was already leaving there a few days after talking to me, although according to the materials of the criminal case, I am on my side with him, naturally, of course, knowing that they plant all sorts of hens, listeners, spies, I didn't talk to him, but when he was leaving the cell, I gave him my Katya's phone number so that he could call her, in short, and there were no criminal requests, just so that he could call her, so that she could hire a lawyer for me and give me some clothes, food, cigarettes, a whole list in the pretrial detention center. He said that he knew everything, he would give it all.
What happened next and why his role in our story is negative. This bastard, or you can even call him with the letter P, he called my Katya, passed it all on, she naturally hired a lawyer without him, passed it all on to me in the pretrial detention center, but he tricked her into giving him $3,000 under the guise of simply passing on my cell phone through some relatives working in the pretrial detention center on Volodarka.
And when, after several weeks of brain-fucking and constant excuses and excuses, he still didn’t give me his cell phone in the cell, because he simply couldn’t, naturally, he had no connection, he’s an ordinary petty crook and criminal. Katya said bring me back the 3000 dollars that I gave you and what do you think he did then he just told her at night come I'll give you back the money there and the phone that you brought me such a small Panasonic many of you could see it it was like a matchbox and the antenna was sticking out a very miniature phone but it never got to me she told him in short bring the phone and the money back he says let's meet there she went to him alone he was with some friend at about 12 or 1 am they were meeting, so he got into her car and even, I think, the friend climbed into the back, in general, they talked, Grisha, naturally, did not give back either the phone or the money, although he may have given back the phone, I don't remember, he did not give back the money.
They got out, she said goodbye to them, annoyed, drove away, they got out, respectively, and after 500 meters she is stopped by police officers, in Belarus it is not the police, but the militia, so they stop her, in short, you are suspected of possession and transportation of drugs, let's go.
Three officers of the Soviet District Department of Internal Affairs of the city of Minsk get into the car with her, they do not search the car right away, although they are obliged to, so these three cops are actually driving with her in her Nissan and it turns out that in the courtyard of the District Department of Internal Affairs they take witnesses from the monkey house, well, some homeless people who are at that time there in this District Department of Internal Affairs, yes, sitting there behind bars. They take these witnesses, in short, and begin to search their car.
And in the glove compartment behind the seat, it turns out, in the pocket there they find a bag of grass, there are several grams of grass. Do you understand what this Grisha and his friend did, the same faggot as he is? They simply took, instead of giving the money, that is, they simply planted drugs on her, and a criminal case was opened, Kacha was locked up, like me, in a temporary detention facility for several days, after which her dad intervened, he was a deputy at one time, held a high post and his personal intervention, his connections in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and generally at a very high level in the government, they helped restore justice, not close this case. It was suspended for a long time, reopened for various reasons, but you see, if it were not for my money and my dad's connections in Gazeta, then the girl, who had never had anything to do with drugs, would have simply gone under the drug article.
Of course, she has a red diploma and all the other positive characteristics. The first time she would not have really been given a term, but she would have 100% received some kind of suspended sentence, that's why even in Belarus they do such crap and I'm not even talking about what's going on in Russia, you saw the Golunov case very well. Well, okay, I told you about Grisha, now a little about how my prison routine went in the first days, especially weeks.
There was no TV in the cell where I ended up, naturally, there was only tobacco smoke, there was sleep in several shifts, because the cell was really two or even three times, I told you in the previous episodes, overcrowded and therefore we slept in shifts on the same bunk, that is, one sleeps, the other sits at the table. The cell is narrow, you can’t turn around, that is, there are some conditions there and we slept in shifts, that is, 12 hours.
Therefore, since the cell was overcrowded and Volodarka is a normal, light pretrial detention center, then naturally no one messed with our brains there for violating the rules, where they wake up at 6 and go to bed at 10, because everyone understood how to sleep, so that's why we slept there all day long and those who were fatter naturally did not change with other cellmates, that is, they at least lay around on the bunks all day long, so we had to at first, and I, too, I won't throw fluff on myself there, as they say in prison, and I'll tell you that I was in a very tired position there from the start.
That is, like everyone else, I slept with one guy there on his bunk. That is, I rest for 12 hours, he rests for 12 hours. And in some huts it was so overcrowded that the guys slept in three shifts, that is, 8 hours each. There was no TV, homemade chess. There weren't even bunks, that is, not homemade cards.
All this came later in other huts, naturally, larger ones. In this hut we slept, went to the lawyer sometimes, brewed chifir. By the way, I still don’t understand why they brew it, or even its taste. That is, it is brewed in, let’s say, such a glass, if we take 2 tablespoons, although 2 won’t fit, here 1 tablespoon of tea, maybe more. All this is brewed, poured with a small amount of water, because the tea swells, there won’t be much water there, and you get such a poisonous solution, it seems to me that you can even poison people with it.
But nevertheless, prisoners drink this. Modern ones don’t drink like that. The tradition, of course, goes back a long time, because cigarettes and everything else were prohibited there, there was no alcohol and, accordingly, they cheered themselves up with tea. Whether it invigorates or not, I don’t know. Personally, it makes me sick. That’s it. I don’t like it. Of course, sometimes I had to drink it in prison.
According to prison tradition, they drink in a circle, passing the mug around in two sips. Guys who are sick with HIV or hepatitis can even drink from the same mug next to us, it's okay, HIV is not transmitted through saliva, so there is nothing dangerous about it. You just drink this bitter tea, I don't know if it invigorates you or not, but as I said, it makes your cheekbones and teeth ache and makes you nauseous.
I am much more invigorated by normal puer, but again puer is not in such small tablets, but in slabs or in such as nests, in such large pieces that you break and here it invigorates for 15-16 hours. You go to bed and it seems like you want to sleep but you can’t. The rest of the time that you didn’t sleep, didn’t smoke, didn’t eat there and didn’t go to a lawyer or for a walk, by the way, an hour’s walk a day. In the pretrial detention center these are such terrible courtyards, you go down to the first floor to the ground, i.e. a courtyard with a gray gloomy wall, often with a fur coat on the wall, i.e. this is another department, when it is just thrown like this cement on the wall and it turns out that it creates such a flaming impression and it is prickly, that is, you cannot lean against it, perhaps this is done to prevent escapes, I do not know, but all this gives psychological and a fur coat in principle is already banned in the entire civilized world, but here it is found everywhere, both in settling tanks, and in glasses in courts, that it is impossible to lean against them and write something on them with a pen, to say hello there or to write what sentence you were given or, on the contrary, they did not give you and you are happy. A fur coat is found in prison courtyards and everywhere in general everywhere. And a courtyard is generally a concrete square so that you understand.
For example, in a pretrial detention center, they take you there for an hour and you walk there, there is a lattice on top, not a ceiling, but a lattice on top of the courtyard, and there is also a net on top so that they do not throw cameras or notes into the neighboring courtyards, we will go over the notes in more detail now, and guards walk around on top and look into each courtyard like a dog looks in. Sometimes they go with a dog by the way, and all the conclusions are always with a dog on a walk, well, you never know if you will run there so that the dog will catch up with you faster. We went for walks, but there was also such a remarkable moment - the road. The road is, you can say, the circulatory system of any prison, a normal prison, not a red one, not a frozen one.
What is a road? The road is the prison mail. It happens very often, for example, I was locked up there with an accomplice on a case. In general, there were three of us on a case, but in the pretrial detention center there were only me and Pasha. How can I communicate with him, how can I convey something to him, agree on a position, what do we say to the investigator about the case or not say at all. That is, I need to somehow write to him.
For example, we cannot see each other on walks, because in general, according to prison rules, accomplices who are involved in the same criminal case are placed in different cells, often even in different buildings, so that they do not get caught somewhere accidentally when going out for a walk, for example. Even when they are taken to court, accomplices in the same case are placed in different glasses, as far away from each other as possible. But in almost every prison, as I already said, there is its own post office, roads, these are ropes that are either through toilets, in prison a toilet, a toilet, there all this is called the word dalnyak.
Valley, dalnyak, or through dalnyaks they work with neighboring cells, or by air, this is when, for example, a rope is stretched behind the bars from one cell to another. The first road through dalnyak, that is, through the toilet, is a road on the wet, so-called.
And it turns out, as it is done, in order to work with the neighboring cell and pass some cargo there, for example, a note, a note, or cargo, for example, consisting of cigarettes, candies, tea through the toilet, first of all you need a horse. That is, a horse is such a thing, it is a rope, in prison they take away your belts, laces, that is, there is essentially nowhere to get a rope from. Accordingly, for this you need to make it, the horse is made of durable fabric, mainly knitted things are used for this.
That is, when you arrive at prison in a knitted sweater, they can’t take it away from you by law, or you have knitted socks, that’s what you’re in. When you get into a cell, they immediately take it away from you, of course, there you get into a cell, for example, in some expensive knitted sweater for 100-200 dollars, and you might feel uncomfortable giving it to the first people you meet, it’s your warm sweater, you might want to live out your entire prison term in it.
But then it’s explained that listen, dude, well, of course, you have the right, it’s your sweater, but there’s a common cause, we’ll now unravel it into threads, weave a horse out of it, work together with the neighboring hut and you might even end up drunk with your accomplice and you’ll agree on something and save yourself from a term, from a big one, in any case. All sane people, all of them understand this adequately and all of them These sweaters and socks are taken apart into threads, then a horse is made using the twisting method, i.e. it's just several people standing opposite each other, a lot of threads are folded like this in a circle and then they are simply twisted together in one direction, then you fold them and twist them again in the same direction, i.e. using the twisting method you get a long and quite strong thread. If you include some synthetic thread from a thin sock, let's say synthetic, then it turns out very strong.
And then this horse, which we just made ourselves, needs to be somehow passed to the neighboring hut. What is done for this? Take a hedgehog made of matches and bread crumbs and screw it onto its end, make a hedgehog at the end of the horse, that is, a thorn, exactly a hedgehog, like an underwater mine.
In the next cell they do the same, they tie it to the end of their horse and it turns out that you fold your horse like this, In the next cell they do the same and with a large amount of water, sometimes they even pour extra from a basin, your horse ends up going into these sewer pipes and the horses from the next hut also go there, there they intertwine with each other due to these hedgehogs and basically one hut pulls it to itself and you have a road built, that is, you already have one stably hanging rope, that is, you already have between the huts. I met horses 20 meters long, when they work out somewhere, there in the isolation ward, for example, especially in some zone and there is a very tangled system of pipes and in order to work out with the cell, which is actually physically located two meters opposite you, sometimes you have to make such circles and horses there 20 meters long were encountered like that.
That's it, the road is made on the wet, after that you can drive your loads of notes there, that is, what is a note, yes, take a piece of paper, we tear it out, take a piece of paper in a box, usually write on it there Pasha, hello, let's have the investigator come, we will say this and that, but the important point is that I told you this as an example, we must not forget that any prison mail, any note, is still unreliable, the cops can now come with a search to the cell, tear out these notes of ours, in short, and take them there and it will end up on the desk of the prison operative, in slang it is called a godfather, and in the future it can end up on the desk of your investigator, therefore, when we write something specifically within the framework of prison, we must not forget that we do not need to write there in too direct text, everything, the road was made, the note was written, packed, folded and neatly, the less the better, because in general, according to such a prison law, the road worker who is responsible for the road is for the transfer of your notes from the neighboring cell, he must, if there is some kind of fuss, garbage or something else, he must take all measures to destroy your note. Up to the point that he must simply eat it. And you understand, if you have a small note there, let's say, sealed in cellophane, he swallowed it and that's it, for example.
But if you have a note like this, you pack it there, or even like this, a note of this size, naturally it will not pass and will not pass first of all on the road and it is physically difficult to destroy it. Therefore, the smaller the better, the less the note. Also, cargo is driven along the road, that is, cargo is any parcel to the neighboring hut, a transfer.
That is, you take, for example, a pack of cigarettes, take out a pack, roll them up into a roll like this, these cigarettes, pack the same thing with cellophane, seal it with a lighter, because it goes through the toilet. Firstly, there are all sorts of disgusting smells there, and secondly, naturally, it can get wet at that moment. Therefore, a note, any cargo, it is very well packed in paper and cellophane on top and sealed with a lighter, so that all this is hermetically sealed.
When the triggering occurs through the air, because in many huts, for example, through the toilet, it is impossible to work together in a long distance, or the method through the grate, from grate to grate through the window, it is the simplest. So why reinvent the wheel? Why should we wet there through the otneta pull these ropes for days, right? If we can work together simply through the grate. What is needed for this? We take the same horse that we have already woven, but we still need to shoot ourselves somehow.
This is called shooting ourselves with the neighboring hut. A gun is made for this. The gun is again a homemade spitting tube, such a ugh, from this, from paper, from thick paper, for example, magazine sheets with the help of paper and paste, the paste is from bread, the bread crumb is passed through a thick fabric, for example, a sheet, add a little water and mix it, it thickens and from this we get a fairly strong glue, at least for paper.
And these notebook, there are not notebook, but more often magazine sheets, they are soaked in this paste, twisted like this and we get a homemade tube, and here is your tube made and for this you also need, in order to shoot yourself you need a felt shank. A felt shank is a cone-shaped dart, it is simply made of paper to resemble a cone and slightly heavier and a control is tied to it. The control is a strong thread, usually made of synthetic sock.
You just stick the shuttlecock into a tube, this control is tied to it, it is there in your hands, you hold the other end, or it is tied to the tube and you spit it out like this towards the next camera. Well, not so naturally, because the camera is here behind the wall, you just stick out of the window as much as you can, or they make curved tubes from several parts. You stick one out, and the other one you look in. They make a gun like this, multi-component.
You shoot yourself like this and blow sharply there and your shuttlecock is light. It is light, airy, with a thread. It flies behind it towards the next camera. There they catch it with a pier, that is, a pier is a homemade stick. Again, it is made of thin paper.
Here is such a pier that spins and spins, well, let's say a meter or two, how long is it necessary to catch your little valance and let's say it is made of paper, it is made with a thin tube at the end, there is a razor, for example, or just some kind of hook to hook your control. That's it, the valance was caught, along this thin control they passed their already main fat horse to the neighboring hut and already in this way the notes and loads are passed. Again, let's not forget that specially trained employees of the pretrial detention center go there, especially in the evenings, at night with special high hooks, like those of firefighters, and they tear off, it turns out, these horses of yours along with your notes by mail, therefore, when you get there, you don't need to write very much on the matter, naturally.
But another question arises, you got into a cell, and you have no connection there among the cops or the prison administration, and you don’t know which cell your accomplice is in, for example, and you need to write to him, then you send it around the central, around the entire pretrial detention center, well, there are cells that are not working, but basically all are working, you send a so-called search note to all the working cells of the pretrial detention center, where you write that guys in which cell such-and-such is sitting, so-and-so there, let him write there to Sergey such-and-such in cell such-and-such, so, the search note goes around the entire prison for 2-3-5 days in each cell, this is a step-by-step process, this is not a direct email we write, he goes from cell to cell and by the time he gets back to you, 2-3-5 days will pass, he may not return at all, maybe the cops destroyed him, or he didn’t get there somewhere, or he got lost there toilet, it happens, loads can fall off. I wrote, I was looking for my accomplice, but my search came back empty, one didn't come at all.
And since the road, you see, a lot in the lives of prisoners depends on it, their sentences depend, someone's freedom, someone's sentence will be shorter, and simply the life support of the prison is decided, because, for example, you drove in on a hayloft without cigarettes, without anything, you don't even have envelopes, pens, nothing at all, and in the neighboring cell your accomplice is sitting or just your acquaintance from the area, you wrote to him, he drove you along the way to smoke, cook, tea, coffee, cigarettes. And by the way, there is nothing scary in prison that we smoke and drink tea there, which was just passed on through the toilet.
There is nothing scary about it. This is prison life, everyone understands everything. The road, of course, is such a responsible matter in any prison. And they won't put anyone on the road, because a young man must be, first of all, decent, responsible, active. Because if there's some kind of commotion, he must, according to prison rules... Well, in general, as a human being, he must fight for every little thing, even fight with them, swallow them, tear them up, even shove them up his ass.
Well, in short, he must take all measures to ensure that your note does not fall into the hands of a prison officer and a subsequent investigator, because it can increase your term, either decrease or increase it. Accordingly, normal, responsible, active guys are put on the road, and this is a very honorable position in prison. Not everyone will be offered to become a road worker. But I also stood on the road several times, but it is such a slightly stressful job, because it makes you sleepy all the time.
The road is cold, because if you work through the window, then cuts, that is, often in the summer, especially in the prison there are no windows at all, in the winter they are, but the road worker constantly opens the windows and such an occupation is quite troublesome, it is constantly cold and makes you sleepy. And for the same safety reasons, they try not to put drug addicts on the road, because it is believed that a drug addict can be easily bribed, intimidated, offered a dose and he himself will take all your notes to his godfather.
And when a note is transferred from your cell to another, or some cargo is going, it is always wheeled, that is, it is called a wheelbarrow, it is always wheeled, that is, each road worker keeps a list of all the notes and hads that have passed through your cell today, for example, and when some note is lost, you can always check these records in each cell under the glasses where your note was lost and where it ended up.
You see, the road, as I told you, is a rather responsible occupation in prison, a noble one, but it is better of course not to stand on it, not to end up in prison, and it is better to drive on the roads in some good Mercedes with a pretty chick.
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It would be interesting to know about the education of carders, namely, whether they studied programming at a university, or became self-taught. How high is the entry threshold into the programming industry, for example, as I understand it, the same Sergey PP. Had nothing to do with it at all, learned it in literally a couple of years. I would say literally in a couple of months. It would also be cool if you told in detail about the best carders in Russia - Seleznev, Drinkman and Smelyanets. It would be interesting to know their life story, even a kind of issue of "Criminal Russia".
But then, I want to correct, they are not carders, they are outstanding hackers of our time in general, some of the best in the world. I have never met a hacker in my life better than Vladimir Drinkman, he once lived in my house, but I will tell you about this in future topics.
I often tell you about strategies for multiplying money. Many of you, we try, test, something works, something does not, but it often happens that it is much harder to save money than to earn it. And I encountered this in prison. In total, during my criminal career, I earned about 1.2 million dollars, but, unfortunately, I did not manage to save all of the money. And even in prison, I managed to invest.
At that time, of course, I did not have the opportunity, yes, and at that time, in principle, there was no opportunity to buy shares of some normal Western companies and via the Internet, because it was necessary to open a brokerage account, and for this you needed a turnover of at least 100 thousand dollars, in short, all this was quite difficult. But what I did, that is, I sent one of my close people there and invested money in mutual investment funds. the opportunity to buy shares directly on the stock exchange, then I think I would have saved a much larger part of my money and you have already seen in my releases the United Traders company, which essentially provides the tool that I lacked in prison to save and increase my money. And I will leave a link to United Traders under the video, this is a platform that allows you to invest in shares of companies that have already entered the stock exchange, and are just about to enter and in which some private funds own shares.
That is, I read a lot of Forbes, Secret Firmy, Kommersant Money, I selected three funds, one was engaged in oil, the second in electric power engineering and the third account I don’t remember something and invested about 20 thousand dollars in them and then, when I was released, even taking into account inflation, my money was in mutual funds for several years, 3 years specifically, even taking into account inflation and the taxes paid, I earned about 20% and this is in the book, but if I had had a phone periodically in prison then, if I had had a phone in prison then
Therefore, read carefully, study, naturally, the areas that we encounter daily have growth potential, that is, healthcare, food, clothing, tourism, beauty and health, naturally, all these companies are on United Traders and there are even companies that grow cannabis in those countries somewhere legally, but United Traders does not accept all the money, I hope you will invest there and save and increase only privately earned money through United, because otherwise you will simply be refused. The link is in the description under the video, register, study, test, buy, invest.
Now let's laugh, go through the funniest comments, because I could not stand it all anymore, in short, I took it away.
I did not smoke anything, by the way, and in general I do not have a very positive attitude towards drugs, so let's just laugh at the stupidest comments, yes. A very common comment, I see it every day under any video, especially if people are wearing masks, and everyone writes that everything is staged, moreover, they write that the actor behind the mask is always the same, which is especially funny, considering that I had a proto-star girl there.
Well, that's not the point, okay. And how can you even write such a comment, you can look at the guest's physique, you can look at his manner of speech, in general, the topic he is talking about, you see, it cannot be done by the same person, here is the most counterargument, the same person cannot understand at least approximately the proper level both carding, and growing grass, and amphetamine, car thefts, and so on, and so on.
Therefore, writing that it is one actor is complete nonsense. Please, don't write, stop, in short, otherwise we will always laugh at you. But it is good that such stupid people on the channel are generally less than 1%, the rest are all adequate, normal, nice guys.
The second question, I am often asked by both viewers and my friends and acquaintances, simply people who find out that I am somehow connected to YouTube, my channel is focused on this, they ask if I am interested in the biographies, addresses, coordinates of the guests who come to me, and in general some add that I am generally a project of the special services.
Think about it, a thousand, maybe 10 thousand drug dealers are caught every day in Russia, several carders are caught, there are thousands of scammers of all stripes, why would they need it, why would they need another drug dealer who could say that I am just a hired actor, I have never had anything to do with him, I have nothing to do with him and everything I said on the channel I made up. Those who have something to hide, that is, they change their voices beyond recognition, their methods of conspiracy and so on.
That is why the cops or other special services like the FSB, the Belarusian KGB and others never, and I think this will never happen in the future, ask me any questions. But these were more or less serious questions, and then it gets funnier, yes, that is, they ask me, they write, what are you, Seryozha, gay? They write, everything is fine, but the host is gay, do you have eye makeup? So I will answer in order, yes, I do not have eye makeup.
It happens that when you are filming, especially in the summer, your skin shines from sweat and dust, among other things, so naturally, not always, but often you have to apply a certain make-up, that is, you apply foundation to some problem areas of the skin and powder it, just so that there is no shine in the frame. I don’t paint my eyes, I only paint my nails, I’m kidding, I don’t paint my nails either.
And I’m not gay, not a faggot, of course, I have a girlfriend, her name is Katya, and if you somehow follow my biography or read my book, then I already have the fifth Katya, ironically it turns out that all the girls with whom I have some kind of long-term relationships, they are all called Katya. This is Katya number five, I hope that the last one. So I’m not gay, of course, and you don’t even have to write something like that. And I will tell you one more experiment, whoever pays the most attention to the issue of this homophobia, who fiercely hates gays, lesbians and so on, is more likely than any normal person to be gay himself.
Because there was a medical experiment, which consisted of showing people pictures, for example, of gay sex and measuring their level of arousal, there they put some device on the penis that recorded the flow of blood, that is, they measured the level of arousal. So, the results of the experiment indicate that people who fiercely hated gays or lesbians, that is, people with non-traditional sexual orientation, always had greater sexual arousal.
And this is a reason to think, so before you write to someone gay, not gay, you yourself generally remember the results of this experiment and generally think carefully about your orientation.
Comments related to drugs. In general, the topic with drugs is such that the channel, naturally, collects the most episodes about drugs and in general such an order has developed in society, of course, it is wrong, but I see that our society is most interested in drugs and stupid pranks, and all sorts of stupid entertainment shows. Naturally, this saddens me, but such is the situation. And I get asked the same questions about drugs during the day, They ask me, Seryozha, are you on opiates? Stop smoking weed. Drug addict, are you high? Don't smoke weed before filming.
In short, everything related to drugs and in general they say that I am a drug addict. Despite the fact that a lot of people come and talk about some drugs, growing weed, although weed is not a drug, you can say about stashes and other amphetamines, I do not use drugs and in principle lead a fairly healthy lifestyle, because I practically do not even drink. So just don't write to me about drugs, reconsider this topic and generally always think about what you write about, because sometimes it's better to chew than to talk, as it was in that famous advertisement.
Sit up straight, slouched, yes, well, understand, that is, interviews last for many hours, sometimes we film one episode for several hours and sitting constantly in one position, well, it's quite stressful. And if I can sit like this or like that on a chair with you right now, quite straight, but when I sit half-turned with a guest, naturally my body somehow falls out of the frame and there is an illusion that I'm slouched.
In fact, it's quite uncomfortable for me to sit and in principle it's such a labor, not that I slouched out of disrespect for you, but it happened that way. We'll put some, buy a more comfortable chair in the studio and accordingly you won't write about this anymore.
Well, forgive me for being born with one, there are people much uglier than me. And about the voice, well, not everyone can sing like that, I always suggest, when they write to me like that, well, okay, I'm tired of, for example, working a lot, come and replace me, maybe your voice will be like a ray on a turn, may it rest in peace, so please, and maybe you're alamdalon in appearance, so we'll gladly replace me with you, if you can provide at least approximately the same level of content, then please.
And I also want to tell you that never judge a person by his appearance, by his skin color, by his sexual orientation and so on, by his religion, for example, by whether he was born sick or healthy.
see, we didn't choose when we were born, the soul didn't choose what body we would inhabit, black, white, be born into a poor family, into a rich one, so you can never judge a person for who he is, because the moment of his birth did not depend on him in any way, you understand. That's also a comment. You're nothing special. Yes, probably, that is, by some standards I'm just a worm yet, having achieved nothing. You know, it depends on what you compare it to. That is, when you, like Socrates, what was your importance in the philosophical world in general in ancient times and in That is, Socrates always said, I know that I know nothing.
And there is also a story that when Roman generals returned with some victory, they were celebrated, there, well, naturally, were feasts, there were lots of flowers, the people rejoiced, greeted the winner, but a boy or a young man always ran in front of the general's chariot and said, memento mori.
Memento mori, by the way, there are many tattoos of the moment of the sea in prison, but it is translated as "remember death", you see, that is, so that a person does not fly too high in his ambitions, in pride and so on, that is, he was always reminded that he is mortal, and this brought him down to earth a little. Therefore, regarding "I can't imagine anything", most likely yes, depending on what you compare it to, you see. Compared to the same Musk, I can't imagine anything or Lambates.
I am satisfied with my current level, but there is always a limit to perfection, so before writing to me or any other person, you are nothing, start with yourself and simply compare, and analyze whether you have become such a great thing to write to others that you are nothing. Speak louder, I can't hear anything. Well, there are problems with microphones, we often try to solve them with varying degrees of success.
In principle, we try to maintain the same volume level in all videos. And I will tell you such a story, at my institute there was a grandmother, a vice-dean, such a skinny old woman of about 70 years old, taught probably until 80 plus, Angelina Alexandrovna Rodenko. And she looked completely like a Russian aristocrat of the tsarist times, completely with this hair.
She walked into the auditorium, where there were 150 students, it was a streaming lecture, and she spoke so quietly, about the same as I am now, and she spoke like I just showed you, and the most interesting thing is that even people in the back rows listened, so the quieter you speak, the more attentively they listen. And also take into account this point, that those who are on YouTube there in front of you, hi guys, here and there, now I will tell you this and that, there we went there and did that, most often they are not like that in life, these feigned emotions, this is all a game for the camera, just to entertain you, that is, I am not playing, that is, I communicate with you exactly the same way as I behave in ordinary real life, you can ask my friends and acquaintances. Therefore, I will not entertain with artificial emotions, I do not want to, it is better to have a frank honest dialogue with you on any topic and calmly, which is the most important thing.
For those who haven't read the first threads, I'll remind you that Grisha was a bastard whom I met simply in the temporary detention facility. And when he was released, he was already leaving there a few days after talking to me, although according to the materials of the criminal case, I am on my side with him, naturally, of course, knowing that they plant all sorts of hens, listeners, spies, I didn't talk to him, but when he was leaving the cell, I gave him my Katya's phone number so that he could call her, in short, and there were no criminal requests, just so that he could call her, so that she could hire a lawyer for me and give me some clothes, food, cigarettes, a whole list in the pretrial detention center. He said that he knew everything, he would give it all.
What happened next and why his role in our story is negative. This bastard, or you can even call him with the letter P, he called my Katya, passed it all on, she naturally hired a lawyer without him, passed it all on to me in the pretrial detention center, but he tricked her into giving him $3,000 under the guise of simply passing on my cell phone through some relatives working in the pretrial detention center on Volodarka.
And when, after several weeks of brain-fucking and constant excuses and excuses, he still didn’t give me his cell phone in the cell, because he simply couldn’t, naturally, he had no connection, he’s an ordinary petty crook and criminal. Katya said bring me back the 3000 dollars that I gave you and what do you think he did then he just told her at night come I'll give you back the money there and the phone that you brought me such a small Panasonic many of you could see it it was like a matchbox and the antenna was sticking out a very miniature phone but it never got to me she told him in short bring the phone and the money back he says let's meet there she went to him alone he was with some friend at about 12 or 1 am they were meeting, so he got into her car and even, I think, the friend climbed into the back, in general, they talked, Grisha, naturally, did not give back either the phone or the money, although he may have given back the phone, I don't remember, he did not give back the money.
They got out, she said goodbye to them, annoyed, drove away, they got out, respectively, and after 500 meters she is stopped by police officers, in Belarus it is not the police, but the militia, so they stop her, in short, you are suspected of possession and transportation of drugs, let's go.
Three officers of the Soviet District Department of Internal Affairs of the city of Minsk get into the car with her, they do not search the car right away, although they are obliged to, so these three cops are actually driving with her in her Nissan and it turns out that in the courtyard of the District Department of Internal Affairs they take witnesses from the monkey house, well, some homeless people who are at that time there in this District Department of Internal Affairs, yes, sitting there behind bars. They take these witnesses, in short, and begin to search their car.
And in the glove compartment behind the seat, it turns out, in the pocket there they find a bag of grass, there are several grams of grass. Do you understand what this Grisha and his friend did, the same faggot as he is? They simply took, instead of giving the money, that is, they simply planted drugs on her, and a criminal case was opened, Kacha was locked up, like me, in a temporary detention facility for several days, after which her dad intervened, he was a deputy at one time, held a high post and his personal intervention, his connections in the Ministry of Internal Affairs and generally at a very high level in the government, they helped restore justice, not close this case. It was suspended for a long time, reopened for various reasons, but you see, if it were not for my money and my dad's connections in Gazeta, then the girl, who had never had anything to do with drugs, would have simply gone under the drug article.
Of course, she has a red diploma and all the other positive characteristics. The first time she would not have really been given a term, but she would have 100% received some kind of suspended sentence, that's why even in Belarus they do such crap and I'm not even talking about what's going on in Russia, you saw the Golunov case very well. Well, okay, I told you about Grisha, now a little about how my prison routine went in the first days, especially weeks.
There was no TV in the cell where I ended up, naturally, there was only tobacco smoke, there was sleep in several shifts, because the cell was really two or even three times, I told you in the previous episodes, overcrowded and therefore we slept in shifts on the same bunk, that is, one sleeps, the other sits at the table. The cell is narrow, you can’t turn around, that is, there are some conditions there and we slept in shifts, that is, 12 hours.
Therefore, since the cell was overcrowded and Volodarka is a normal, light pretrial detention center, then naturally no one messed with our brains there for violating the rules, where they wake up at 6 and go to bed at 10, because everyone understood how to sleep, so that's why we slept there all day long and those who were fatter naturally did not change with other cellmates, that is, they at least lay around on the bunks all day long, so we had to at first, and I, too, I won't throw fluff on myself there, as they say in prison, and I'll tell you that I was in a very tired position there from the start.
That is, like everyone else, I slept with one guy there on his bunk. That is, I rest for 12 hours, he rests for 12 hours. And in some huts it was so overcrowded that the guys slept in three shifts, that is, 8 hours each. There was no TV, homemade chess. There weren't even bunks, that is, not homemade cards.
All this came later in other huts, naturally, larger ones. In this hut we slept, went to the lawyer sometimes, brewed chifir. By the way, I still don’t understand why they brew it, or even its taste. That is, it is brewed in, let’s say, such a glass, if we take 2 tablespoons, although 2 won’t fit, here 1 tablespoon of tea, maybe more. All this is brewed, poured with a small amount of water, because the tea swells, there won’t be much water there, and you get such a poisonous solution, it seems to me that you can even poison people with it.
But nevertheless, prisoners drink this. Modern ones don’t drink like that. The tradition, of course, goes back a long time, because cigarettes and everything else were prohibited there, there was no alcohol and, accordingly, they cheered themselves up with tea. Whether it invigorates or not, I don’t know. Personally, it makes me sick. That’s it. I don’t like it. Of course, sometimes I had to drink it in prison.
According to prison tradition, they drink in a circle, passing the mug around in two sips. Guys who are sick with HIV or hepatitis can even drink from the same mug next to us, it's okay, HIV is not transmitted through saliva, so there is nothing dangerous about it. You just drink this bitter tea, I don't know if it invigorates you or not, but as I said, it makes your cheekbones and teeth ache and makes you nauseous.
I am much more invigorated by normal puer, but again puer is not in such small tablets, but in slabs or in such as nests, in such large pieces that you break and here it invigorates for 15-16 hours. You go to bed and it seems like you want to sleep but you can’t. The rest of the time that you didn’t sleep, didn’t smoke, didn’t eat there and didn’t go to a lawyer or for a walk, by the way, an hour’s walk a day. In the pretrial detention center these are such terrible courtyards, you go down to the first floor to the ground, i.e. a courtyard with a gray gloomy wall, often with a fur coat on the wall, i.e. this is another department, when it is just thrown like this cement on the wall and it turns out that it creates such a flaming impression and it is prickly, that is, you cannot lean against it, perhaps this is done to prevent escapes, I do not know, but all this gives psychological and a fur coat in principle is already banned in the entire civilized world, but here it is found everywhere, both in settling tanks, and in glasses in courts, that it is impossible to lean against them and write something on them with a pen, to say hello there or to write what sentence you were given or, on the contrary, they did not give you and you are happy. A fur coat is found in prison courtyards and everywhere in general everywhere. And a courtyard is generally a concrete square so that you understand.
For example, in a pretrial detention center, they take you there for an hour and you walk there, there is a lattice on top, not a ceiling, but a lattice on top of the courtyard, and there is also a net on top so that they do not throw cameras or notes into the neighboring courtyards, we will go over the notes in more detail now, and guards walk around on top and look into each courtyard like a dog looks in. Sometimes they go with a dog by the way, and all the conclusions are always with a dog on a walk, well, you never know if you will run there so that the dog will catch up with you faster. We went for walks, but there was also such a remarkable moment - the road. The road is, you can say, the circulatory system of any prison, a normal prison, not a red one, not a frozen one.
What is a road? The road is the prison mail. It happens very often, for example, I was locked up there with an accomplice on a case. In general, there were three of us on a case, but in the pretrial detention center there were only me and Pasha. How can I communicate with him, how can I convey something to him, agree on a position, what do we say to the investigator about the case or not say at all. That is, I need to somehow write to him.
For example, we cannot see each other on walks, because in general, according to prison rules, accomplices who are involved in the same criminal case are placed in different cells, often even in different buildings, so that they do not get caught somewhere accidentally when going out for a walk, for example. Even when they are taken to court, accomplices in the same case are placed in different glasses, as far away from each other as possible. But in almost every prison, as I already said, there is its own post office, roads, these are ropes that are either through toilets, in prison a toilet, a toilet, there all this is called the word dalnyak.
Valley, dalnyak, or through dalnyaks they work with neighboring cells, or by air, this is when, for example, a rope is stretched behind the bars from one cell to another. The first road through dalnyak, that is, through the toilet, is a road on the wet, so-called.
And it turns out, as it is done, in order to work with the neighboring cell and pass some cargo there, for example, a note, a note, or cargo, for example, consisting of cigarettes, candies, tea through the toilet, first of all you need a horse. That is, a horse is such a thing, it is a rope, in prison they take away your belts, laces, that is, there is essentially nowhere to get a rope from. Accordingly, for this you need to make it, the horse is made of durable fabric, mainly knitted things are used for this.
That is, when you arrive at prison in a knitted sweater, they can’t take it away from you by law, or you have knitted socks, that’s what you’re in. When you get into a cell, they immediately take it away from you, of course, there you get into a cell, for example, in some expensive knitted sweater for 100-200 dollars, and you might feel uncomfortable giving it to the first people you meet, it’s your warm sweater, you might want to live out your entire prison term in it.
But then it’s explained that listen, dude, well, of course, you have the right, it’s your sweater, but there’s a common cause, we’ll now unravel it into threads, weave a horse out of it, work together with the neighboring hut and you might even end up drunk with your accomplice and you’ll agree on something and save yourself from a term, from a big one, in any case. All sane people, all of them understand this adequately and all of them These sweaters and socks are taken apart into threads, then a horse is made using the twisting method, i.e. it's just several people standing opposite each other, a lot of threads are folded like this in a circle and then they are simply twisted together in one direction, then you fold them and twist them again in the same direction, i.e. using the twisting method you get a long and quite strong thread. If you include some synthetic thread from a thin sock, let's say synthetic, then it turns out very strong.
And then this horse, which we just made ourselves, needs to be somehow passed to the neighboring hut. What is done for this? Take a hedgehog made of matches and bread crumbs and screw it onto its end, make a hedgehog at the end of the horse, that is, a thorn, exactly a hedgehog, like an underwater mine.
In the next cell they do the same, they tie it to the end of their horse and it turns out that you fold your horse like this, In the next cell they do the same and with a large amount of water, sometimes they even pour extra from a basin, your horse ends up going into these sewer pipes and the horses from the next hut also go there, there they intertwine with each other due to these hedgehogs and basically one hut pulls it to itself and you have a road built, that is, you already have one stably hanging rope, that is, you already have between the huts. I met horses 20 meters long, when they work out somewhere, there in the isolation ward, for example, especially in some zone and there is a very tangled system of pipes and in order to work out with the cell, which is actually physically located two meters opposite you, sometimes you have to make such circles and horses there 20 meters long were encountered like that.
That's it, the road is made on the wet, after that you can drive your loads of notes there, that is, what is a note, yes, take a piece of paper, we tear it out, take a piece of paper in a box, usually write on it there Pasha, hello, let's have the investigator come, we will say this and that, but the important point is that I told you this as an example, we must not forget that any prison mail, any note, is still unreliable, the cops can now come with a search to the cell, tear out these notes of ours, in short, and take them there and it will end up on the desk of the prison operative, in slang it is called a godfather, and in the future it can end up on the desk of your investigator, therefore, when we write something specifically within the framework of prison, we must not forget that we do not need to write there in too direct text, everything, the road was made, the note was written, packed, folded and neatly, the less the better, because in general, according to such a prison law, the road worker who is responsible for the road is for the transfer of your notes from the neighboring cell, he must, if there is some kind of fuss, garbage or something else, he must take all measures to destroy your note. Up to the point that he must simply eat it. And you understand, if you have a small note there, let's say, sealed in cellophane, he swallowed it and that's it, for example.
But if you have a note like this, you pack it there, or even like this, a note of this size, naturally it will not pass and will not pass first of all on the road and it is physically difficult to destroy it. Therefore, the smaller the better, the less the note. Also, cargo is driven along the road, that is, cargo is any parcel to the neighboring hut, a transfer.
That is, you take, for example, a pack of cigarettes, take out a pack, roll them up into a roll like this, these cigarettes, pack the same thing with cellophane, seal it with a lighter, because it goes through the toilet. Firstly, there are all sorts of disgusting smells there, and secondly, naturally, it can get wet at that moment. Therefore, a note, any cargo, it is very well packed in paper and cellophane on top and sealed with a lighter, so that all this is hermetically sealed.
When the triggering occurs through the air, because in many huts, for example, through the toilet, it is impossible to work together in a long distance, or the method through the grate, from grate to grate through the window, it is the simplest. So why reinvent the wheel? Why should we wet there through the otneta pull these ropes for days, right? If we can work together simply through the grate. What is needed for this? We take the same horse that we have already woven, but we still need to shoot ourselves somehow.
This is called shooting ourselves with the neighboring hut. A gun is made for this. The gun is again a homemade spitting tube, such a ugh, from this, from paper, from thick paper, for example, magazine sheets with the help of paper and paste, the paste is from bread, the bread crumb is passed through a thick fabric, for example, a sheet, add a little water and mix it, it thickens and from this we get a fairly strong glue, at least for paper.
And these notebook, there are not notebook, but more often magazine sheets, they are soaked in this paste, twisted like this and we get a homemade tube, and here is your tube made and for this you also need, in order to shoot yourself you need a felt shank. A felt shank is a cone-shaped dart, it is simply made of paper to resemble a cone and slightly heavier and a control is tied to it. The control is a strong thread, usually made of synthetic sock.
You just stick the shuttlecock into a tube, this control is tied to it, it is there in your hands, you hold the other end, or it is tied to the tube and you spit it out like this towards the next camera. Well, not so naturally, because the camera is here behind the wall, you just stick out of the window as much as you can, or they make curved tubes from several parts. You stick one out, and the other one you look in. They make a gun like this, multi-component.
You shoot yourself like this and blow sharply there and your shuttlecock is light. It is light, airy, with a thread. It flies behind it towards the next camera. There they catch it with a pier, that is, a pier is a homemade stick. Again, it is made of thin paper.
Here is such a pier that spins and spins, well, let's say a meter or two, how long is it necessary to catch your little valance and let's say it is made of paper, it is made with a thin tube at the end, there is a razor, for example, or just some kind of hook to hook your control. That's it, the valance was caught, along this thin control they passed their already main fat horse to the neighboring hut and already in this way the notes and loads are passed. Again, let's not forget that specially trained employees of the pretrial detention center go there, especially in the evenings, at night with special high hooks, like those of firefighters, and they tear off, it turns out, these horses of yours along with your notes by mail, therefore, when you get there, you don't need to write very much on the matter, naturally.
But another question arises, you got into a cell, and you have no connection there among the cops or the prison administration, and you don’t know which cell your accomplice is in, for example, and you need to write to him, then you send it around the central, around the entire pretrial detention center, well, there are cells that are not working, but basically all are working, you send a so-called search note to all the working cells of the pretrial detention center, where you write that guys in which cell such-and-such is sitting, so-and-so there, let him write there to Sergey such-and-such in cell such-and-such, so, the search note goes around the entire prison for 2-3-5 days in each cell, this is a step-by-step process, this is not a direct email we write, he goes from cell to cell and by the time he gets back to you, 2-3-5 days will pass, he may not return at all, maybe the cops destroyed him, or he didn’t get there somewhere, or he got lost there toilet, it happens, loads can fall off. I wrote, I was looking for my accomplice, but my search came back empty, one didn't come at all.
And since the road, you see, a lot in the lives of prisoners depends on it, their sentences depend, someone's freedom, someone's sentence will be shorter, and simply the life support of the prison is decided, because, for example, you drove in on a hayloft without cigarettes, without anything, you don't even have envelopes, pens, nothing at all, and in the neighboring cell your accomplice is sitting or just your acquaintance from the area, you wrote to him, he drove you along the way to smoke, cook, tea, coffee, cigarettes. And by the way, there is nothing scary in prison that we smoke and drink tea there, which was just passed on through the toilet.
There is nothing scary about it. This is prison life, everyone understands everything. The road, of course, is such a responsible matter in any prison. And they won't put anyone on the road, because a young man must be, first of all, decent, responsible, active. Because if there's some kind of commotion, he must, according to prison rules... Well, in general, as a human being, he must fight for every little thing, even fight with them, swallow them, tear them up, even shove them up his ass.
Well, in short, he must take all measures to ensure that your note does not fall into the hands of a prison officer and a subsequent investigator, because it can increase your term, either decrease or increase it. Accordingly, normal, responsible, active guys are put on the road, and this is a very honorable position in prison. Not everyone will be offered to become a road worker. But I also stood on the road several times, but it is such a slightly stressful job, because it makes you sleepy all the time.
The road is cold, because if you work through the window, then cuts, that is, often in the summer, especially in the prison there are no windows at all, in the winter they are, but the road worker constantly opens the windows and such an occupation is quite troublesome, it is constantly cold and makes you sleepy. And for the same safety reasons, they try not to put drug addicts on the road, because it is believed that a drug addict can be easily bribed, intimidated, offered a dose and he himself will take all your notes to his godfather.
And when a note is transferred from your cell to another, or some cargo is going, it is always wheeled, that is, it is called a wheelbarrow, it is always wheeled, that is, each road worker keeps a list of all the notes and hads that have passed through your cell today, for example, and when some note is lost, you can always check these records in each cell under the glasses where your note was lost and where it ended up.
You see, the road, as I told you, is a rather responsible occupation in prison, a noble one, but it is better of course not to stand on it, not to end up in prison, and it is better to drive on the roads in some good Mercedes with a pretty chick.
Good luck to everyone, thanks guys for reading, write questions and comments in the comments. Bye. Hugs.
