New type of phishing

Friday. Evening. Coming home.



Sat over the last pint of beer and talk, missed the last train to the house. But it's okay - just an hour and a half to walk. It's warm outside, good. What not to take a walk?



I walk along the embankment. Enjoy this summer night.

Suddenly a couple of guys stop me. One has a short haircut, the second shaved.



- Boy, what time is it?

- I do not know. Probably about one in the morning will be.

- And look at the phone?

- No phone. I forgot. I'm sorry.

- Do you have an email?

- Why do you need? - I am surprised at this issue.

- Come on. What is your box?

- Google, damn it. I will not say. Goodbye.

')

But they didn't let me go - one of the guys walked around to me from behind. The second, looking around, took out a knife. Quay as luck would have been empty.



- Do not rush. Speak the address. Do you need problems?

- Well, nekt@gmail.com. what's next?

- Password come on. - the guy approached, so that the knife was not visible from the side.

- Password? qweqwa. What else does? No money left. All propyl.

- Spit on the money. Bald, check. - the guy turned to his partner.



Turning around, I saw in the hands of the second guy a netbook into which he drove something by weight.



- I can go? - I wanted to quickly finish this.

- Do not rush. Now check and release. What are you so tense? - with a grin answered the guy with the knife.

- It came - "Bald" was distracted from the computer.

- That's good. Vali come on - His partner weighed a kick to speed up. - You'll knock down someone, find and bury. Got it?

- Yes…



The guys walked quickly into the courtyards. I had no choice but to continue my route home. I walked only half way.



I walked the rest of the way without much enthusiasm with a single thought, saying that I drank a beer ...