"You look like shit, man! Were you drinking yesterday?"

The playboy doesn't look like shit at all. But his partner knows him quite well. It doesn't matter. The playboy wasn't going not to brag about this one. He picks up some of the mail that his partner had scattered on his desk.

"I was out all night. I'm on quite a hangover."

"Well well... With whom? Not with Jens, I had him on the phone yesterday night."

The playboy takes out a cheque from an envelope he just torn off. "Another thousand five hundred. I'm telling you we should ask for more. They're all paying. All of them."

"Oh, you missed a good one!" The partner digs in the pile of already opened letters. "Check this out: Bla bla bla... I don't even know what torrents trackers are... I've never pirated a movie in my whole life... Ah! Here's the best part: I always rent films from the videoshop..."

"Yeah, right. Do we need to send him the second wave?"

"Course not." The partner winces. "The cheque was in the same envelope."

"Like I said, we should hike up the fee."

"Maybe we should. I'm still wondering where you went to have drinks without me yesterday, you know."

"Don't worry." He rips open one of the remaining envelopes. "Just me and a girl I met at the coffee shop yesterday."

"Now I'm interested!"

"Nothing much. Had a couple drinks, brought her back home, before midnight, but that doesn't mean I went to bed early."

"Nice. Good looking?"

"Totally! Blonde chick, tall, quite shy. But that's actually a plus."

"Yeah, the less they talk..."

"Exactly..." the playboy trails off as he concentrates on a letter. Color drains off his face.

"What's this?" his partner snaps. The playboy tries to fold the letter away, but his partner snatches if off his hands. "Let's see." Color drains off his face as well.

Hi leeches.

First of all, open your computer, try to access your work folder. Can't? Good.

Now, on behalf of the 745 people you have extorted so far in the name of Warner Bros. because of a downloaded movie, I'm requesting that you send 47.75643 bitcoins to the address at the bottom. Once you've done that, I'll give you the encryption key that will unlock your precious files.

Just so you know how it feels, to be ransomed.

The partner raises his eyes from the letter. "What the fuck is a bitcoin?"