Kingpin: schoolchildren translate a book about hackers

Kevin Poulsen , editor of the magazine WIRED, and in childhood blackhat, the hacker Dark Dante, wrote a book about "one of his acquaintances . "

Prologue
Chapter 1. "The Key"
Chapter 3. “The Hungry Programmers”
Chapter 4. "The White Hat"
Chapter 5. “Cyberwar!”
Chapter 6. "I miss crime"
Chapter 8. “Welcome to America”
Chapter 34. DarkMarket


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The book is called KingPin , which translates into Russian engineering as a kingpin - the pivot of the hinge of the connecting parts of transport vehicles. In a narrower sense - the axis of rotation of the steering wheel of a car or other vehicle.

When I told the guys in the camp about the feat of Kevin, who won the Porsche 944, hacked by calling on the radio station KIIS-FM, and how he exposed several hundred pedophiles, the schoolchildren dubbed him "American hacker-hacksack".

Several volunteers volunteered to translate the prologue and touch the world of writing on Habré and computer security.
After all, future blackhat / whitehat hackers should know their friend / foe.

“Therefore, it is said that one who knows the enemy and knows himself will not be in danger in a hundred battles. The one who does not know the enemy, but knows himself, will then win, then lose. Anyone who knows neither the enemy nor himself will inevitably be defeated in every battle. ” Sun Tzu

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The beginning of the story of how to protect the billionth underground underground hacking business




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Prologue

Translation Danila (editor Katya)

The taxi stood at the doorstep of a small shop in San Francisco's downtown, while Max Vision paid the driver and removed his two-meter-high carcass from the backseat of the car; his thick dark hair was gathered in a smooth tail behind the back of his head. He entered the store and waited until the car that had brought him left down the street before he decided to make his way to his refuge, located two blocks from here. Small shops, news counters and kiosks surrounding him, awakened under the dawn sky; office plankton crawled into business centers, towering above it. Max was also going to work, and his work did not leave him the slightest chance to stay at home after nine for a healthy full sleep. The last few days he spent in complete solitude. As soon as he realized his plan, he realized that there would be no way home. There will be no opportunity to run somewhere to eat at lunchtime. There will be no nightly gatherings at the multiplex.
There will be nothing until he finishes what he has begun.
It was the day of the declaration of war.
A long walk down the street, along which crowded houses with identical window openings and the Golden Gate Bridge color trim, led him to the Post Street Towers. For several months he came to this apartment complex, doing everything possible not to stand out from the crowd of foreign students attracted here by the opportunity to rent a house for a short time at reasonable prices.
No one knew his name — in any case, the real one.
And no one knew his past.

Valera's Translation

Here he was not Max Butler, a troublemaker from a small town, obsessed with life-breaking violence, and he was not Max Vizhny, a self-proclaimed computer expert who was paid $ 100 an hour to strengthen the security of the networks of Silicon Valley companies.
Rising in the elevator of a residential building, Max became someone else: “Icemanʻom” - the rising leader of the criminal economy, responsible for the billions of dollars stolen from American companies and their clients.
And the iceman was fed up.
For months, he "had" vendors across the country, receiving heaps of credit card numbers that could cost hundreds of thousands of dollars on the black market.
But the market was destroyed. Two years ago, secret service agents drove a virtual bulldozer through the main gathering place of the computer underground, arresting the ringleaders at gunpoint, and sending the rest to hustle in chat rooms and small web forums riddled with security holes and teeming with agents of special services and informers.
It was utter chaos.
Whether they knew it or not, the underground needed a strong leader to unite everyone. To restore order.

Alena's translation

Stepping out of the elevator and sneaking a peek into the corridor to see if there was anyone on the tail, Max went into his apartment and merged with the oppressive stuffiness of the rented studio. Heat was the biggest problem of this place. It came in a sultry wave from servers and laptops wedged into any free space. One summer, Max brought several fans there, but they did not help much and so inflated electric bills that the landlord began to suspect him of growing weed. However, these were just cars, intertwined into one large network with wires, the most significant of which were drawn to a giant parabolic antenna, which was stuck out of the window, like a sniper rifle.

Translated by Dima

Disregarding all the inconveniences, Max sat down at the keyboard and began to monitor / fill his hand on the sites / those sites where cybercriminals gathered - virtual sites like Darkmarket or TalkCash. Two days that he was engaged in hacking, his fingers flew over the keyboard with incredible speed: he hacked into the protection of websites, stole their content, logins, passwords and email addresses.
When he was tired, he fell into a folding bed in his room for an hour or two, and then returned to work with a clouded look.
A few final blows to the buttons of the keyboard, made with the ease with which the fakir lights the match, destroyed the site databases. On August 16, 2006, he leaked an unprecedented number of email addresses to users of websites that he hacked: now they were all participants of Cardersmarket.com, owned by Iceman and suddenly becoming the biggest criminal market in the world, with 6,000 users and kind of

Translation of Oli and Dashi (editor Katya)

One shot Max killed two birds with one stone: undermined the years of hard work of law enforcement and resurrected the criminal underground, in whose hands were concentrated billions of dollars.

In all of Russia, Ukraine, Turkey and the UK; in every home, in every office, in every apartment in America, the criminals were stunned by the news of this first hostile takeover that took place in the underground world. Some of them had weapons in their cabinets to protect their looted millions, but they could not do it. The FBI and US Secret Service agents who spent months or even years penetrating into now collapsing underground forums read with equal horror the message, and for a minute they all: hack virtuosos, Russian mafia thugs, masters of fake IDs and police officers who vowed to catch them - were united by one thought.
Who is Iceman?

Resources

Article on the tape in Russian (02/16/2010)

CHAT LOG: WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE WHEN HACKERS SELL YOUR CREDIT CARD ONLINE (WIRED, by Kevin Poulsen 05/04/11)

Superhacker Max Butler Pleads Guilty (WIRED, by Kevin Poulsen 06.29.09)

One Hacker's Audited Credit Cards on the Black Market (WIRED, by Kevin Poulsen, 12.22.08)

video Cybercrime: Max Butler

Kevin Poulsen about the hacker on the Dark Side: