Генерал-майор в шинели громко плакал в докладной: террористы...

The major general in his greatcoat cried loudly in the lecture: the terrorists were fucked up, there was not a single clue. Started a device - the Internet, a secret chat. And try to guess with whom they are babbling about. Wherever you go - everywhere is a cipher. No master keys, no keys. Only a wagon of Arabic numerals! And moreover, it is not clear whose! How will I catch bandits? There are no clues if Aslan Mahmoud sends an encrypted packet. We would have the old tools! So that we in the networks can: and check the documents, and appoint patrols, and come with witnesses - all on the site face on the floor. Who it? Registration? Name? How long have you come here? Addresses of friends and relatives? What's in the pockets, yo mine? Where is the correspondence box? Get it, read it ... The era of Holmes ended with the advent of the network! We are powerless! We give up! How do we conduct the investigation? It’s very difficult for us to work! Not enough important measures! Need more authority. All admin, for example. No disclosure! The indicators are at zero! That would be to ban the Internet throughout the earth! Well, you understand, this is important! Here is a report for you ... And he blew his nose into a wet camouflage handkerchief. And so sincerely, so cleanly his report sounded that the journalists nodded. And then hell happened.
 
As an extinct volcano, having received sea water in the vent, came out Holmes, who is Sherlock. And broke his pussy. Got up like a ghost from a grave, from the Baker Street Museum. “Ah you yobany mudil!” - He says Cockney. “I’ve crawled all my life with a magnifying glass! Under rain! In the shit! In dirt! Raise your asshole and push the buttons! Do you have any leads ?! Oh you fucking fagot! And the payments ?! And the tickets ?! Piles of electronic databases ?! Cells where you carried the phone write the tracks to you !!! Bitch fuck you go work! Displeased, bitch, he! I was looking for footprints with my hands! You snicker, shame! There you see clusters of cameras from every post! Who and with whom went to the porches! Who drove along the highway! Who, where what time went - with numbers, bitch, that's it! You have people like children: three times a day, seven days a week, post photos on social networks - at least google them! Every provider sees you on any of the huts, who downloaded something from citizens: a porno hub or jihad! Fuck, he’s working badly! A lot of numbers! The age is not that! I would be so in my era, fucking idiot! Look, they’re sitting in cabinets and raising fat on the pope! Too much internet! A terrible uncomfortable world! How to introduce fighters to bandits, and learn Farsi, he sits for himself, he fucks! Ciphers, fuck, bring him! What will we ask for tomorrow? Okay, give two! Microphones in the ass for people? The key to thoughts in your head? Fucking, returning such constables to our land from the cinema can only be severe fucking and dipping in shit. You have nothing to do at all! In the ass, soot, fucking, burns! ” Sherlock Holmes, having finished his speech, flew off to Baker Street.
 
Major General wiped God's dew with a handkerchief: if everyone agrees, period, I’m carrying the project. And our department has more important things to do: we’ll start a case in Holmes so that we don’t have a lot of pussies.

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