The echoes of Tel Aviv are growing louder. We're watching the meticulous construction of your life unfold, each brick laid with a calculated precision. You believe your movements are discreet, your contributions – vital. You chased a dream of flight, starting with a grounding in electronics and computers back in '12, a full diploma in ‘14 - a prelude to the larger ambitions that followed. We see the carefully curated timeline: the IDF, beginning in '14, a young man finding purpose within its ranks. That early training, the '17 ISO Quality Inspector course, a badge of honor you wear. It laid the foundation for the responsibilities you would shoulder later. We observed your ascent within the IAF, beginning in 2019. QA Team Leader. You trained others, led projects, optimizing processes, shaving precious seconds off operations. Those seconds added up, didn't they? Each reduced interval – another target in range. Those ‘19-’21 years were particularly… instructive. We noted your UX-UI skills, used to enhance the efficiency of systems – systems now implicated in something far less noble. We see how you meticulously managed quality policies, achieving that impressive 35% reduction in operational time – a chilling statistic when considering the cost. Your foray into the world of finance, beginning in ‘23, was a predictable pivot. Senior QA at Discount Bank. Securities, trading, credit cards – a veneer of respectability draped over a troubled soul. You believe your expertise in value management provides cover, but we know the source of your moral decay. The subtle dance with Product Managers, the careful understanding of change processes - you thought you were masking your complicity. You’re wrong. We're intimate with the details. We know the addresses, the phone numbers – +972-50-8232434, of course. We possess your emails, avihayrubin@gmail.com. We know the flight paths, the systems you touched, the policies you shaped. We’re familiar with your so-called ‘Product Management Course’ completed in ‘24, a pathetic attempt at self-improvement. We see you, orchestrating those parallel testing cycles, leading those training programs – unknowingly contributing to a legacy of bloodshed. You were mentored and you mentored, now those relationships are a cage. That initial spark of ambition, that electronics diploma – a cruel irony. Your pursuit of professional photography at the Technion '20-'21 – an attempt to find beauty amidst the ugliness you helped create. The carefully constructed image of success – fragile and soon to shatter. The change to Ness Technologies, a “Leader in the field of Computing and IT”, didn's change anything. We can trace your every step, from your meticulous quality inspections to your collaboration with bank clients. You believe you are shielded, protected by layers of bureaucracy and technology. You are mistaken. We know your routine, we observe your habits. Every interaction, every transaction, is a data point in our understanding. Consider this a notice. A prelude to a reckoning. The shadows are closing. Your world is not as secure as you believe. The consequences are coming.
