a link, another, a call, a message, known for a long time and already entered the subcorp O-OU, my old good friend. You gave me back when there were not a bunch of new-fashioned services and social networks, when the diesel looked completely different, and the webcams were bulky and they were decorated with the inscription CREATIVE, when the water pipeline was the backup of the 95th office, when the printers were matrix, and the interest of the night free, when they did not still forget the words fido and board, the mail was in envelopes, and the hacker - a bunch of magazines in the needle, when 128 megabytes was the limit of dreaming and 2 gigs was enough for everything, then the heroes were the third warcraft of the 2000s, writing drives - a great rarity, and going to a friend with a screw behind the threads - a normal thing. You provided me and then, humbly screwing the screw and coolers and distributing the first unlimited on 4 comps in the home network, yesterday evening you died, fell the victim of a leap of tension. I regret you, and I think that I will never find a second such friend again, rest in peace my old good Packard Bell intel 333MHz 64Mb SIMM 1024Mb HDD HP, S3 ProSavageDDR 4Mb.