"Call, dear, one more time!" How Russians mock scammers "from Sberbank"

Novye Izvestia has already written about scammers who extort money from gullible citizens, posing as Sberbank employees on the phone. As you know, demand creates supply, and as soon as they continue to call, it means that someone, no-no, falls for this bait, despite all the warnings that the bank itself, the media, and social networks are spreading. However, many Russians already treat these calls humorously and are not averse to making fun of the scammers themselves. As, for example, the psychologist and writer Yulia Rubleva, who published her conversation with another "employee" of Sberbank:

“It is finished!

I got a call from Sberbank. In short, listen.

Answering the questions of the young man, I introduced myself as an employee of the 40th plant (we have one in Ufa). At our checkpoint, the last time I showed my passport. That's where the data leak comes from. I work there as a manager in the shop. So wanted.

The last transactions were 200 rubles for the phone bill. And you know the penultimate 3.600 rubles, I can't say it out loud. Online shopping. “Alexey, I can't say it out loud, maybe you can see it for yourself, otherwise I'm embarrassed,” I was embarrassed. Alexey affectionately and understandingly said that yes, he sees everything.

But here's the bad luck, after buying a rubber one ... that is, Alexey, I can't name it out loud, I'm embarrassed, I have only 1800 rubles left!

Do you still have accounts? - the despondent Alexey did not lose his grip.

Recovering myself, I returned to the plant and “our bosses ordered us to open a Pension Plus account. Look, Alexey, does my 14 thousand rubles lie on it?

Then I made him write down the "contract" number (checked several times) and another "financial number", because he had the wrong one.

Court and case (I helped him pronounce the words "transaction corridor" and "confidential"), we got to the card number. To an aunt with a small-town accent, who introduced herself as a robot, I dictated the 22-digit number of the "banking product", as Alexei shyly called my nonexistent Sberbank card.

He pronounced the phrase “we fix this information” himself.

It was very, very difficult to keep the exact style of the talkative grandmother, the rashly mentioned sex shop attracted and pulled there from the factory checkpoint and accumulation account "Pension Plus".

I don't know if he understood. We reached the final, the card number! And then he left me. He only loved the money in me!

Call, dear, ishsho! "

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In the comments, readers were happy to share their experiences of such conversations:

“My husband and I were driving in a car and then OH, a security officer from Sberbank, called. The husband turned it on loud, he was driving, not allowed. The "employee" told her husband that he had transferred 15800 rubles to citizen Ivanova Svetlana and that this operation should be confirmed. Then I didn’t let my husband say and how I would shout “Oh, you are still transferring money to this prostitute! To the light of this disgusting Ivanova! "

In general, the "employee" said: "morons", and hung up. No, well, what! I almost destroyed my family ... "

“I got a call from a boy when I was skiing and was sad. As I heard in the headphones "Hello, this is the manager of the Security Council, Alexander", I shouted to the whole forest: Sasha, how good that you called! And that not earlier, because he promised! And after that he promised to mix it in a cafe .. That's my imagination. The guy went nuts, but kept up the conversation a little. I kept asking, but do we know each other? "

“One of the times I also confirmed the transaction for 7,500 rubles to Oleg Ivanovich Okunev, and when asked - for what? I replied with girlish shame that I called a man - a prostitute, because I really want this and that. And so, they say, I threw the guy for tea, since, of course, the managers had to give the main amount, and the guy turned out to be a miracle how good it turned out. Sberbank employees were upset and decided to change their profession ... "

“On Sunday, the inmates from Sber called me too (they always use their patronymic names, I have a non-standard one. Well, they give out a pronounced southern Russian dialect). He asked if I translated 10 thousand to N. Belova.

Yes, I say, this is my brother.

- Where is he now?

- In custody.

- Why are you helping fraudulent schemes? Do you know how this threatens you?

- Yes, I'll sit with you on the bunk.

Disconnected..."