Artem yawned and trudged back upstairs after making himself a sandwich, half of which was currently in his mouth.
He plopped down into his computer chair and rolled over to his desk, then checked his (fake, untraceable) e-mail.
"Aha!" he exclaimed out loud upon seeing he'd gotten a reply to his job application. Tentative, he opened it.
It said: "Here's your first server. Go for it. You get paid if you crack it, and if you tell anyone about this, you can forget the pay. And I might turn your name over to a few of my grunts."
Artem shuddered and headed over to the server to get an idea of how it was built.
I'm doing this to help Ravil. Just one week.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Mystery / ThrillerRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
