boris grishenko

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Select Mir.

Orthographic projection.

Compute possible intercept
with second-stage geo-sat two.

Anna.

He wouldn't know a woman
if one came up and sat on his head.

Boris.

What?

I thought I'd post it
on the lnternet, no?

What's the password?
I made it easy this time.

Even you should be able to break it,
borscht-for-brains.

All right. All right. I'll give you a hint.

They're right in front of you
and can open very large doors.

You're such a geek.

Yes. I'm in.

You've hacked into
the US Department of Justice.

What if they trace it here?

The chief of computers will call me
a genius, move me to Moscow

and give me a million bucks
hard currency.

I think not.

Besides, the Americans are slug-heads.
They'll never detect me.

You were saying, slug-head?

Nobody screws with Boris Grishenko.

Spiked them.
Come on, Boris. Just hang up.

No way. I spiked them.

All right. What's the password?
I'm not going to tell you.

OK. Let me guess.

It's not in front of me?

You sit on it,
but you can't take it with you.

My program seizes the phone line
of whoever's tracing me

and jams their modem
so they can't hang up.

Now the hunted becomes the hunter.

"Better luck next time,

slug-heads."

Bang. Gone. I am invincible.

Was it good for you, too?

I'm getting some coffee.

I'm going for a cigarette.