From an interview with baghunter Artem Moskovsky, who found bugs on Steam



Question: If you had a hacking/baghunter training program right now, what subjects would there be?



The answer is programming. English - all relevant information in English. Literature – reading reports with X1. and anonymity. Physical culture - in the case of pathen if bad with anonymity. Right - if bad with physical culture.

The Canadian businessman was accused of forging documents proving that the assets he must repay his company’s debt do not belong to him. The scam was revealed quite simply: in documents dating back to 1995, he used Calibri and Cambria – fonts that appeared only in the mid-2000s.

It is unfair. You cannot get into the same water. And on the same grail you can strike as much as the soul wishes.

Memories of Bulgaria

I lie on the beach and don’t touch anyone. Nearby the daughter cries, squeezes heavy sand in the cage, further in the boat, the son builds fortifications. My wife puts her hand behind the bucket. Someone’s toy cheers Chinese sound special effects. The chickens in vain try to repeat the motive.
The mood is philosophical, breakfast is dissolved in the stomach and Kubalibra, taken in honor of the afternoon, is amused. The Beauty. At the edge of the eye I catch a picture that fits perfectly to the inner relaxed mood.
Life is a joke, I know. But the fact that jokes are life, I don’t always believe. But had to.
On the left of me the shore becomes steep - the rise into the city begins. The waves with the thunder spread around the cement wall. It is from this wall that a 5-year-old boy runs a smelly machine. Chinese special effects gradually swallow, crossfeed growing child crying. I crashed so. Right into the wave.
The mother of the child at the same time insults and comforts the baby-adoo. Here it arises - Uncle savior, brother-Slavian, smiles a cute mom, plays a muscle and a beautiful fish flying down. Five meters flying. Almost not lifting the splash, touched the surface of the sea, flooded, lifted the water suspension in the air with a lush gripe, grabbed the subterranean miscarriage, which issued pre-death whispers, and triumphantly sailed to the beach. I swear, all the witnesses of this act saw what was happening in a beautiful rapide and under erotic music. What the views were talking about. The eyes shouted.
He returns the car to the child. My mother finds no words. The child is whispering to his mother. Probably discussing the issue of getting a uncle into a dad.
The mother, listening to the baby, approaches the rescue and loudly, in Russian, asks:
Where is the wheel, right?
As it is customary to write at the end of the stories, I fell my mouth into the sand.

The problem is that for every pensioner we have not a few working people, but a lot of thieves.

Anecdotes are such a spontaneous feedback between power and the people.

One day I carried a girl, I didn't know at all, I walked on the main, and from the secondary, another car crashed and I slowed. She apparently had the driving rights and skills, was very surprised.
Why do you stop, you are at the forefront.
I shrugged my shoulders and said:
"I just thought about what I would drive while the car is in repair and whether your blood will be wiped out of the panel.
She did not ask me any more questions.

- I don't understand why under Stalin the rocketist was engaged in rocketing, and not the losing journalist? And, say, the atomic project was driven by a talented physicist Kurchatov, and not a kid surprise? And the defense minister for some reason was a professional military, not a former builder.
This tyrant was so brave over the country.

Goals for 2019:

1st Become thin and athletic again, as I was before the accident.

2nd Stop calling it an “accident” the way I grew fat and lost shape.

My husband and I are looking for a guy who will play the harmonix while we are having sex. All strangers please do not bother.

My neighbor works in a gun shop. Sometimes he throws me to work. I went to work with my neighbor. On the road we were struck by an alien. The neighbor stumbled and loudly knocked out the open window of the road ham. The foreigner stopped in front of us and three strong men of Caucasian nationality came out of the car, and they came out obviously not to say hello to us. The neighbor was not confused, got out of the car, pulled out the gun and with the bell pulled the lock, the three with their hands rushed to escape.

I: Young man, Sereg, how much have you besieged them.

Neighbor: Yes, my whole life flew before my eyes - it was a mess.

The rest of the road was silent.)

We go to Norway for fishing, the mood is elevated. We pass the north of Sweden, stopped at the gas station to drink coffee, the gas station is quite busy, six people stand in the box office, everyone is decently silent. I took a huge cup of latte in the machine, I am going to arrange in line to pay. Here the glass somehow shakes out, the coffee flies into half the room, well, and unwittingly I get annoyed: -Ssuuk!

I looked at the sides, I think well, they don’t understand Russian. When the cashier screams to me, it is so boldly, through the whole turn: - Don't worry! Heather with him! Get another one for free! There was a guy from Kazakhstan, stumbled, went on. All positive.

I remembered a case from my personal practice when I was still working as an anesthesiologist in a small hospital in the district center. Although the resuscitation department, and the whole service was at a good level.

In small towns, everyone knows each other. My patients have also been seen many times. A young man of fifteen years who loved to drive fast and loud on a motorcycle. But everything quickly ends. There was a serious accident.

The first luck just crashed on its own, did not turn in the turn. No one was hurt anymore.

He never used a helmet. I moved to a friend. The helmet is full. The cranial fracture did not escape, but was brought to consciousness.

The third one crashed 500 meters from the ambulance and the hospital. Shock, because in addition to the skull, the hip bone is half. The upper half stopped thirty meters on asphalt. He was in rescue five minutes after the accident.

A little more interesting. Added spleen and rupture of the liver. But thirty minutes before the reception, a patient with bleeding "stomach cancer" dies, and after him there are four doses of blood, the same group and Rh. Which, accordingly, in a few minutes already drops into what happened. Usually there was no such blood supply.

Operational, long rehabilitation period, which I do not know further, but the combination of all the factors saved the guy's life. I would rather play in the lotto.

Excessively polite rejection is often taken for a timid consent.

I live in my house, in front of the window grows a rabbit, the berries do not fall, so they begin to wander. The cockroaches who eat them get drunk and fall into the snow.
I go, pick them up and take them home until they tremble. It was already hard to collect the buckworms, hanged the feeder. Let them eat.

Scientists have proven that the most stress a woman experiences when her husband lies on the couch and does nothing.

I recently broke the refrigerator. I found a master on the Internet. The dialogue between Me and Master.

What happened to the refrigerator?

I: Well it doesn’t work. Not the ice cream. The lamp does not burn.

Q: And the calendar?

I: And if you want to come to the examination, come.

Within an hour the master comes in and says, “Hello. I will do it now and you will all be happy now and forever.”

Everything was done quickly and quality. He had a sense of humor.)

In the news saw a beautiful story: first showed a aunt, who was riding from the hill on the "vatrushka" and crashed into a tree, then a child, who was also riding from the hill and flew somewhere. And then it was that it was all because of the mountains not equipped for skating, that for skating on the ass the mountains should be prepared and special staff should be on them. And the fault is that the fools cannot control the ass, not the fools themselves, but the mountaineers and the city!



For decades, children have been riding from all the slopes on everything that slipped. If, while riding, you crashed somewhere, you got puzzles from your mother, made conclusions and riding more carefully. If, for example, you jumped on your ass from a mountain and sat down, then the next passenger went into your ass. All this quickly taught not to click the fuck, to move sharply and look at the sides. As a result, the children crowded from the hill and did not get injured. But the years have passed and the adult dudes can’t scroll to avoid getting a shock. And since every fool, a fool, a person who cannot be mistaken and whom everyone ought to blame, he blames the city, the hill, the surrounding, but not himself for his debility.



And then the classic: the debils transferred the responsibility for their debility to others, the media was blown up, and officials, as a result, will be born with a dozen new laws, according to which it will be possible to ride only in a helmet and from certified hills on the passing TO sanches in the daytime with a lunch break. The second Tuesday of the month is a sanitary day. If you ride on a cardboard, then there should be a quality mark of PCT on it. Counterfeiting of counterfeit cards is a fine.

There are people who are better not to see a hundred times than to hear once.

Case in the clinic

A grandmother is sitting in the corridor of the clinic.
A woman in a white coat passes by – not much younger than that grandmother. He passed by and then came back:
Hi to you! What did you come with? I saw you here yesterday.
The old lady extends a leaflet, right? He says:
I am in the seventh room. I stayed here yesterday and it was closed all the time. I sit here today.
The woman in the white coat looks at this poster:
You are in the 507 office. This is 207. Go to the elevator. I will accompany you. It is on the fifth floor.
have gone.
Just very attentive. I just passed by.