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The system administrator who appeared on the call in a sweater with a tortured look immediately crawled under the table - apparently, to check the wires.

- What's this? He pulled a wire from under the table with the crimp cap almost off.

- How do I know? It looks like a network cable. They would have abandoned the archaic a long time ago, wireless communication is everywhere.

“Uh-huh, they refused. How the hell did you know.

Scratching his beard, he patted the pockets of a chic belt, which he apparently inherited from high-altitude fitters. The desired was found on the left thigh - it was from there that the system administrator took out a machine for compressing the network cable. Quickly cutting off an extra piece, he put on a contact cap and plugged it into the network connector of the terminal.

- How did you manage to pull it out? Pulled, huh? I shrugged. - Okay, business for five minutes.

The terminal turned on showed only the crossed-out antenna icon.

“What the…” There was a sin
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