In the spring of 1956, a letter from a Canadian citizen, Gordon Lonsdale, came to the Faculty of African Studies and Oriental Studies at the University of London with a request to accept him to study. Since the Canadian, according to the documents, had a solid bank account, his request was satisfied, and in September the same 56th Mr. Lonsdale descended from the vessel "America" in the port of Southampton to English soil. Thus began the illegal work in England, the most fortunate Soviet intelligence of the Cold War era. Conan Trofimovich the Young and... the history of electronic car security systems.

I must say that K. T. Young was a man of very interesting fate. He was born in Moscow in 1922. In 1932, with the permission of the Soviet government, Conan went to the United States and for six years lived in San Francisco with his aunt, who left for the United States in 1914. In 1938 he returned to Moscow, in 1940 he finished school and was called into the army. He spent the entire war in front intelligence. Demobilized in 1946, he entered the Institute of Foreign Trade, which he graduated in 51.
All in the same 1951 Young was involved in the work of the illegal intelligence of the state security agencies. Since 1956, he has been a resident of the Soviet intelligence in Britain under the guise of the Canadian citizen Gordon Lonsdale.
Like every illegal young man, he needed a good cover. Conan Trofimovich himself recalled that, in addition to studying at the University of London, he was required to engage in some business, which, on the one hand, had to take a minimum of time, and on the other hand to justify the existence of Mr. Lonsdale's decent funds, without which the intelligence officer is unable to engage in his business.

The young man quickly found such a business. He became one of the first dealers in Europe to engage in trading machines. These devices could trade any small commodity from chewing gum to condoms. At the same time, the tax authorities could hardly check their income. Such a device, being installed in a hard place, could "trade" almost any amount.

Lonsdale’s case quickly began to flourish. By the end of the 1950s, his company became a reputable company with a decent staff. And the youth intelligence has also reached impressive scales. He managed to have agents in many government institutions in Britain, several times personally attended closed parliamentary meetings as an honorary guest. Time for business with our intelligence was less and less. And then he decided to organize a new business that would be profitable, virtually without requiring his intervention. It was obvious to the young man that it must have been the production of some new product, and such that its potential consumers could become hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people. Konan Trofimovich rightly believed that by setting up the production and wholesale sale of such a product, he would then be able to make a profit for several years, spending a minimum of time on managing the business.

The search for a suitable product for a long time did not bring results, but the young man helped the case. In the middle of 1959, a young man named Tommy Rourke, an employee of his machine service firm, told his boss that he had a serious business offer for him. “I want to introduce you, Mr. Lonsdale, to my father,” Tommy said. He invented a worthwhile thing.”

That same evening, the “Canadian” businessman visited Rurk the Elder. The old man turned out to be a busy man, and the device he invented was very promising.
The English "culibin" laid a black metal box on the table in front of our spy and removed the lid from it. Inside there were multicolored wires connecting various radio parts.

“It’s a guard,” said the old man proudly. The car guard. With these clamps you connect the device to the ignition system and the car starter. Now you will not be able to start it until you type the digital code on this disk.

After that, Rurk pulled his old Austin out of the garage and offered Lonsdale to start the engine. As soon as Gordon turned the key in the ignition lock, the car's clamps and headlights blinked. The car never managed to get started.

As it turned out, the old man already had time to patent his invention, worked on a new, more perfect model, but to find investors for the organization of production he failed. Realizing that he attacked the gold vessel, the young man promised to set up a mass release of car guards.

In the shortest time, our intelligence company created the company to produce the world’s first electronic alarm. The success did not come immediately, but a year later the company gradually began to make profits, and Lonsdale overturned its business of servicing trading machines.

The massive popularity of alarms came after the 1960 International Innovation Exhibition in Brussels. It was presented by Gordon Lonsdale and Rourke the Elder, and it won the Great Gold Medal "as the best British exhibition." After the exhibition, the alarms began to be sold throughout Europe. The company's turnover increased, a new model was being prepared for production, Lonsdale began to receive offers to buy a company from him for very decent money, but...

At the end of 1960, the Polish intelligence officer Mikhail Gonelewski fled to the West. Soon, the CIA transferred to the British intelligence services the data obtained from him about the agents of the illegal Soviet resident in England Ben (under such a code name passed in the closed documents of the Young) at the Navy base in Portland. He was monitored and in January 1961 Lonsdale was arrested during a conspiracy meeting with his informants.

In the course of the investigation, the British counterintelligence was unable to split our resident – he did not extradite anyone. Moreover, the British could not even know his real name - Conan the Young in all the investigation materials was under the name of Gordon Lonsdale. However, the court held over him in March of the same year sentenced him to 25 years in prison.

Sitting in the English prison, Conan the Young continued to run his business until the end of 1963, when he became aware that he was going to be exchanged for British spy Herville Wynn, detained in the USSR. Then, according to some data, the Young sold his own control share of the company to the American electronic corporation "Saturn" (the funds from this transaction naturally filled the treasury of the Soviet Union). This company is known today in Russia for its alarms “Alligator”, “Pantera”, “APS”, “Jaguar”, “Clifford” and... “KGV”.

USSR folk artist Donatas Banionis repeatedly met with Conan the Young during the shooting of the film "Dead Season". It is unnecessary to say who became the prototype of the main character of the picture.

The Senior Lieutenant

After seeing only two magnets in the refrigerator - from Magadan and Vorkuta, the thieves fed the cat and washed the dishes.

I love Android Market and Russian users. Lazio recently in search of new programs. I encountered in the comments this:
HH:" That’s more than that! The Best!
App is fucking! We are best! 0 stars cannot be placed. the best program, thank you!"
This is the best program :)

SMS from the girl:

I know you may have been there yesterday or not, but you could have called what it was! And if it wasn't, then call and say that it wasn't, but I'm almost sure that it was ugly without me, or maybe not, but all the way! Do not call me."

How to React?! to

The sea shines with joy,
Laughter and fun around.
and eating the berries,
Children are running to the water.
The sea shines with joy.
There is a buzz on it.

But on the fence I write
The word "x@y"

This is if you come to me, Vania will be locked in the room.

YYY: When I was a child, when my mom was visited by guests, she closed me on the balcony and told my guests I was dead.

A randomly intercepted excerpt from the conversation of Russian tourists of the 1950s in Thailand:
"...there is very easy to climb through the fence and the beach there is excellent..."

Yesterday at the banquet, one lady, surrounded by the same as her, ladies - candidates and doctors of sciences, docents, professors, gave a toast - about the chief genderologist - Mikhail Zhvanetsky. He said that all women are divided into two categories: horror what stupid and charm what stupid.
I asked her pretty loudly – and which of them she relates to herself.

I will no longer be invited to this convention.

Xxx: A long time ago, when I was 13, I had a birthday; they celebrated in the village. A neighbor came, Uncle Mish. I wish I lived so long, so long, half a hundred and a quarter a hundred. I counted 13+13+13+6,5+3,25=48.75 and realized that I was desired to die, a little before I was fifty.

Carried friends around the houses (driving naturally did not drink). The girl asked to go up with her to report to her mother. The dialogue:
Why don’t you smile?
I: And I am a sober >_>

The ladies take their hands and look at me with eyes full of fear. I go to work as if I’m overwhelmed.
and
It was a few years ago. Upon leaving the bus, a stranger, without looking, gave his hand. Well, I used his kindness (why not?). Then, indeed, swiftly blinked under the burning gaze of the girl in the cabin.
So, maybe these frightened ladies think you confused them with someone? You are obviously one in a thousand. Of course, they will be slightly shocked that a stranger gives them a hand, even if their own do not. and :)

I go to the public, there is a call to congratulate grandparents and grandparents on Victory Day.
I have a grandfather, Charles.
And the grandmother Martha.

In England, two cranes are traditionally made - one with hot water, the other with cold water. We did the same at work, in the female toilet, only a crane with hot water over one washer, and with a cold - over the other.

Do programmers know how to cook borsch?
YYY: No, they compile it, pre-paint potatoes/marking/lush, stew the baking, conduct a closed beta test (catch bugs on salt/pepper, etc.).), and already a stable version is poured on some resource, such as a plate or dish.

GoblinQueen: Friendship is Magic
GoblinQueen: Everything is unclear how it works and can break up at any moment

xxx: I have a sexual fantasy: to have sex under the theme of Mortal Kombat and finish with the words "Fatality"
Yyy: You should tell your psychiatrist X.
XXX: My psychiatrist plays tanks, he would appreciate the phrase before sex "In Battle"

With regards to Lego, helicopters, etc. I am 22 years old, my friend is 20 years old, he is going to give me a set of two radio-pushable helicopters with the ability to fight. What if we want? What does it matter how old we are? It gives us pleasure and does not bother anyone.

Today on the job so it came out that it was necessary to talk on the street for an hour to wait, well, I went to the PC to sneeze, went to the toy store, and as a result of fermentation bought a healthy Lego designer for 6500 thousand, always wanted it in childhood, and my parents didn't have money, now I bought it myself, at home I will sit on the floor in the middle of the room and play with him, and no one will say a word because I live alone, I am 26 years old, I have a higher education, and I am not a crazy professional experience, and you can call me a big boy as much as you want, but I have a huge Lego designer, and you don't :p
Young man, I had to get married until my son was born, and then his two-year-old, so that I could play Lego. And the machines on radio control for all 3 years))

XXX: I still remember one picture for some reason... I can’t forget it.
Morning...Warm sunlight from the east, from the west flooded thunderstorms, gentle winds chased dust and all kinds of shells on the trottoirs...herbs on the lawns bloomed and collapsed...
And right along the prospectus, on the asphalt of the roadway, a structure of grass-cutting machines with gasoline trimmers is running, and they are on, and they make characteristic "cutting" movements... somebody periodically starts the stung trimmers, or gives more turns, and because of this the sound typically pulses...
The picture is completely apocalyptic. Ten green-builders go and cut the asphalt with motorcycles... with a frightened hammer they pull the motors of the cows, smelly smoke from worn-out two-stroke engines. And these guys go with stone faces.
XXX: And they mock, they mock, they mock...
xxx: And because of the total abnormality of the situation, it begins to seem that they symbolize something. Something not good. This is the darkness of the asphalt jungle.
And so they cut fifty meters of road canvas, came to the lawn, and immediately lay down to rest among the bushes of the boiler.
Overall, more than a year has passed, and I can close my eyes, and hear this monstrous sound of the simultaneous work of a dozen or more motokos, and see this inevitable move of a dozen terminators in an orange uniform.

Sasha
Only my sweet and sweet boy has a small little bitch.
He plays

dominated
In what?
In the machines?
In the casino?
In the poker?

Sasha is strange.
worse

Rule of Copy
In the Dota?