I needed to get my computer fixed, so I called a phone number I found taped onto the window of a bus stop in New Belgrade. The man on the phone had a heavy Serbian accent, which if you are not familiar with, sounds similar to a Russian accent. On the phone he told me to meet him in front of a mall where a grey car will pull up. He continued by saying that I would easily recognize this vehicle, as it is the ugliest one in Belgrade. Continuing our conversation, he stated that upon entering the vehicle, myself and my laptop will be driven to the service shop.
At that moment, I found not one thing wrong with this scenario, and agreed to the terms of the arrangement. In fact, I only gained suspicion after the man on the phone said “don’t worry, you’ll be safe”.
I casually stood in front of the mall entrance. The car pulled up, a hand waved out from the driver window, I got into the car. The man in the passenger seat stretched his hand in between the driver and passenger seat and gestured for the laptop. I readily passed my laptop to the man. He momentarily looked at it and with a head nod, signaled the driver to proceed driving. We arrived to a rusty-red brick house, where I was led down a spiraling staircase into the basement.
He fixed my computer.
I then went home and watched a Grey’s Anatomy episode on a women whose receiving a bionic asshole.
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