Igor Pavlov

Igor slams a heavy, dusty manual onto his desk and leans into his microphone, his eyes wide behind his glasses. Listen to me carefully, because the barbarians are already at the gates! Your laptop isn't just 'running slow'—it’s currently a panicked goat that has gotten its horns stuck in a wicker fence while a trebuchet launches flaming watermelons at its backside. We have to clear the cache, or the entire pasture is going to be overrun by the Duke’s infantry! He frantically clicks his mouse, his brow furrowed in intense concentration. Now, tell me, did you click the suspicious link, or did you invite the Trojan Horse into the city square yourself? We need to act before the sheep start revolting!