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Preface:
More than five years have passed since the original text about Konstantin Shvetsov was written. The previous article was based on the still-popular chat service Chatovod. Several people contributed to that text, one of whom is now deceased, and may he rest in peace. But now the story continues, and it hasn't gone anywhere. Konstantin Shvetsov is still the same troll he was back then. Along with him sits one of the authors of the original text, which appeared here in 2021. And two other famous trolls—one of whom is Umarova, the other is Miku-Yulia, or simply Mika. However, now they have become even more vicious trolls than they were back then. It's time to continue the story about Konstantin.
Konstantin Shvetsov Romanovich 2
Days passed, years passed; some got married and started families, while others chose to remain single and cooped up. The day began as usual: the morning sun beamed a welcoming greeting. I lazily basked, yawning, and thought I should get up. I stood up and sat down on the couch, looking around, but nothing had changed, and that made me very happy. Before I could even get out of bed and turn on the computer, which remained as sullen as its owner, I heard a voice: "Son, are you up? Yes, I'm Mom. That's good, come here, please. Oh, I'll just give you a few minutes." I stood up, finally coming to my senses after my terrible dreams, and pressed the large button on the system unit. A gentle beep announced the system was turning on, and I went into another room. "Am I listening?" "Son, when was the last time you did this?" You were cleaning your room, weren't you? I honestly don't remember. So what? The fact is, yours is just a dumpster, not a room. You spend your days surfing the internet, and you're not getting anything useful out of it. Do something useful: clean your room first, then sweep the kitchen, and then mop the floors. Meanwhile, I'll go run some errands. What's interesting? Since when did you start showing interest? Okay, I'll say I want to hang out with the ladies. Will that answer be okay? A logical and precise answer will be fine. That's great. The woman turned to the mirror and started applying lipstick, while I grabbed a broom, dustpan, mop, and bucket and went to check what was on my computer. The usual chats for the Chatovod chat service, the review sites where people discuss phone numbers, and also YouTube with Dmitry Kuplinov, Archive, etc. That's it. Son, I heard you. I'm leaving, I don't know when I'll be back. Come on, at least do some good deeds here if you don't want to go outside. Hearing the door slam and the hasty closing of the lock, I perked up. I have time until the mop, stiff from standing in the cool balcony, gets wet. This is a special kind of mop; it takes time to get wet, and that's no more than a few hours. It takes one hour if stored outside. Well, now we'll troll. I poured water into a bucket and put the mop in it. I sat down in a chair at the computer. Yes, all the necessary sites opened. Only the chat with Tantum Verde Forte was somehow unclear. I've long noticed that Kostya puts what he calls CSS codes in his chats, and these are the ones that decorate the chat. The link was something like tiempooscuro, but the chat itself had a very dark background along the edges of the frames, which had some kind of reddish glow. Cool, Kostya. Shvetsov has finally become a non-former. I went to an open review site and wrote a comment in one of the foreign-language pages: "What luck, Kostya Shvetsov is now a non-former, aha-ha, serves you right." In the dark chat, a user appeared in the list of users where they should be. His nickname stood out in a strange color against the black background. He wrote the following in the chat:
I have a piggy bank
15:09
: with a painted girl's head
15:09
: I called her a chick
15:09
: she looks like a non-female
15:10
: she has pink hair
15:11
: just don't tell me I'm a freak again
15:11
: and freaky things for a freak
15:12
: I also want to dye my hair pink
15:12
: and go to St. Petersburg to smoke marijuana with Dimka
15:12
: I doubt I could have sex for money
15:13
: I'm scared
15:13
: after marrying a freak who will pick up
Wow, I thought, what a revelation! Is this Kostya or who is it? I didn't even have time to laugh before the chat was deleted from the service, leaving the main page in its place. When you go to an empty address that was deleted, you only see the service's main page with their main chat. Who was that? And why, if it was Kostya, didn't he respond to my caustic comment? Without thinking twice, I started searching for this nickname in the main chat in the user list, but I didn't find anything. Or rather, I found it—that is, the search showed that such a user existed, but the nickname itself was missing. There was just a profile icon, and the nickname, meanwhile, was completely invisible, like an empty space. I tried clicking on the profile icon, but unfortunately, the profile itself couldn't be opened. Let's try another way: I went to the archive site and found this chat there in a saved form, and to my surprise, it was just as dark there, only now the chat frame was all red. What great special effects, I thought, and started looking for the nickname's ID. Text writer. You can find a user in a chat service if you can't click on their nickname. It's done like this: Take an ID or id: numbers. For example, take any ID and paste the number from the desired one. After pasting the numbers, I clicked on the link in the address bar. The screen, or monitor, went dark and a light at the bottom started blinking. I started moving the mouse, but the monitor wouldn't turn on. After some incredible effort, scraping the mouse across the table, it suddenly turned on. Where the chat user's data should have been, there was nothing, just a blank white page. I clicked the refresh button, the page turned red and closed by itself. Street kids with disabilities aren't so easily intimidated. I started searching for the ID in the list again and suddenly I saw the mouse arrow start moving across the screen. Oh, come on, guys, the nerve! I picked up the mouse and started looking at the pointer hole. No dirt or debris. There wasn't anything there, it was perfectly clean. Just in case, I spat on it, put it on the table, and I saw that the arrow was moving again. It was as if someone else was controlling the pointer, not me. Other pages on the chat service began to open. Several chats opened and also turned red on the screen. I was still watching, wondering what would happen next? Then the following happened. Behind the open chats with a red background, the mouse began to open their users, slowly crawling across my screen. When opened, the user profiles immediately turned red. I tried to take control over myself, but now, to my surprise, I discovered that the computer had frozen completely. Well, I thought this was extreme impudence, because every normal computer has a reset button. Without thinking twice, I pressed it and began to wait. And I saw that in my accounts there is user 666. Oh, wow, I was hacked. I didn't find my account, so I pressed Nope. A desktop appeared with a black and red background of the chat. It seemed alive, but without a direct link to the chat itself. Messages were now visible, so clear you could see them without glasses:
t: It's okay
12:24
t: Conflicts are worse
12:26
: [b]we understand
12:27
: He probably didn't miss Alina
12:30
t: He's making fun of me
12:30
t: But two days ago, she was so sweet in person
12:32
: We both have bipolar
12:32
: So, go ahead and slander her too
12:32
t: Ok))
12:33
: That's it
12:33
: I'll come back later
12:33
t: Okay
12:35
: And maybe PedoBirya has disappeared
12:35
: I hope I won't have to close the chat for a few days
12:35
: At least for a few days
12:35
t: We always hope
12:37
Leaving us, closing the page
12:41
Leaving us , closing the page
13:50
Návykový joins us
13:50
: ♡Madrid♡, several years
13:50
: offended that they sent me to suck my loved ones
13:50
: I'm yelling
13:50
: scrpt, I'm still a cutie
13:51
ý: love you
13:53
Leaves us, closing the page
15:00
Joined us
15:00
: They shoved 10 pincers into my chick's head
15:01
:
15:01
: she was just there for the money[/b]
[b]Was it the screensaver or the desktop background so vibrant? I tried moving the mouse and it began to obey me. I clicked on the Start button, which was usually at the bottom. The button detached from the desktop and began to fly chaotically across the screen. Moreover, it did not have the standard Start icon, but rather an icon of a woman’s face, a girl, who knows who, and it was someone. The messages in the chat froze as if the Stop button had been pressed. The screen began to darken until nothing was visible on it, not even a word. The fly button returned back and locked itself with a lock. The lock icon was now flaunting an unfamiliar face. And then I felt uneasy, and I had forgotten that I had to clean up after myself otherwise there would be a scandal. I touched the mop; it turned out that it was not yet wet, and how much longer should I marinate you? I began to pull it out of the bucket and discovered that there was not water in it, but... well, that’s it. After unsuccessful attempts, I returned to my computer chair again. The screen was still dark, no text was visible in the background, and it stood still, motionless. The mouse arrow moved again, opening the same barely visible folder with an empty name on the desktop. A girl's face filled the entire screen, only it seemed somehow lifeless. Two empty eyes stared at me, with nothing but darkness in them. But there was no folder against the background of the chat text - what nonsense. The arrow moved again, as if drawing 666 with invisible ink on a photograph or picture - it was unknown what was going on. I sat there and felt myself getting so ill that I couldn't move. My whole body ached and I wanted to calm it down. A few minutes later, I fell into unconsciousness.
Afterword:
What are you sleeping for? Oh, Mom! I found myself sitting in a chair, looking so interesting. What did I tell you? Well, I... Yeah, like always, I have to do everything myself, right? Okay, I'll do it now. There's a bucket, right there, what's in there? Look, water. I looked, and sure enough, there was regular water in the bucket, a mop that had long since been ready for cleaning the floor. I told you, do your job, then snooze as much as you like. What kind of kids are these, honestly? I watched her go into the kitchen and heard the scrape of the mop on the floor. I started laughing at myself, that's what coffee and energy drinks do. Walking over to the computer, I discovered that it, too, had fallen asleep. I pressed the power button and waited. Nothing unusual was visible: the desktop, chat room, Kuplinov. Links to user profiles worked properly. But in the downloads section, there was a folder called Tantumikha weighs 404 kilobytes. No, not this time, I deleted the folder and went to watch Kuplinov.