Russian Programmers Part 2

Continuing the theme of ingenious Russian programmers, we have an exhibit directly on LJR:
http://lj.rossia.org/users/hex_laden/406941.html

string CheckSpecDiaps (string IP)
{
int uip = IPConverter.IPToInt32 (IP);

for (int i = 0; i <SpecList.GetLength (0); i ++)
{
int start = IPConverter.IPToInt32 (SpecList [i, 0]);
int end = IPConverter.IPToInt32 (SpecList [i, 1]);
string desr = SpecList [i, 2];

if (uip> = start && uip <= end)
{
return desr;
}
}

return string.Empty;
}[/code]


For non-programmers, I'll explain: the Russian fool takes a set of intervals a0:b0, a1:b1 ... aN:bN and stupidly checks each of them for entering the number X. Making this a stupid search is the most inefficient algorithm, although in practice In its task, there may be thousands and millions of intervals. There is a lack of knowledge of the simplest data structures (in this case a binary tree) and the basics of mathematics. Worse, the idiots boasts of his unprofessionalism and the deficiency of the solution, apparently so that the client knows what he is buying and that the server will hang during production.

Indeed, all top companies dream of recruiting Russian programmers, but they continue to patriotically plow vodka fields for copecks at their native sharaga. Although there are isolated cases of traitors, one Russian programmer himself volunteered to promote the pindos science:
https://interestingengineering.com/russian-programmer-volunteers-first-human-head-transplant-next-year

TLDR: a request under a plausible pretext to give a link to this post in any western reddit and hackernews (such as Russian Programming Genius Strikes Back). It is necessary to PR Russian "smarty".

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Psychiatric asylum children were of all conditions and ages, up to 18 years. However, the most prevalent were gopnik children, who were detained for the often serious crime, and sent to the asylum for psychiatric examination. Moreover, older and stronger children loved to beat the weak patients without any repercussions from junior medical staff, which was responsible for the ward's security. I was frequently beaten too. Once a stronger boy punched me into the chest, as a result of my refusal to share with him the tangerines that my mother sent me, although half of the tangerines, as it turned out, was stolen by the medical staff. After such punch I was lying for a few minutes trying to regain breath while other children kicked me, because I wasn't the most sociable patient in the ward and was very egoistic, which is frowned down by Russians. For the second time, they bent me head down into the toilet bowl as the result of the verbal conflict. The administration ignored such incidents. Disagreeable and capricious children were treated with punitive enemas, which immediately knocked down the arrogance and lowered them into the faggot caste.

However, I got far less mistreatment than the children with enuresis, by-product of whom provided appropriate stench in the ward, and every morning they washed their bed sheets in the toilet, and then during daytime sleep were forced to sleep on the wet sheets. Those, who unconvincingly imitated sleeping, were punished by medical personnel, which first forcibly tied child to the bed to immobilize, and then drugged by anti-psychotics, other less harmful way of punishment was detainment in a cold small solitary confinement room, without anything to sit on. Enuresis patients were beaten mercilessly by other kids and medical personnel, they wetted themselves in the process, which only encouraged further punishment. One subtile boy was nicknamed "cockerel" (slang term for a passive homosexual in prison) and then bullied especially actively, under the condescending eyes of the junior medical staff.

Psychiatric hospital turned out to be the school of life and gave the unforgettable rich experience of living in a government institution. I did not comply with the orders of medical staff, refused to take pills, did not sleep on schedule, and as a result was under some anti-psychotics and sleeping pills all the time. In the end of my in-patient career psychiatrists diagnosed me with "Pathological Character Traits" - the standard entry when a psychiatrist needs to diagnose something, but there's nothing to diagnose.

To treat my insolence, psychiatrists prescribed me numerous anti-psychotics, including Triftazine, Amitriptyline, Cyclodol, Sonapax, Neuleptil, Chlorprothixene, Acetazolamide, Asparkam, and several homeopathic remedies, such as Novo-Passit, Triampur and Nootropil. From some medications I slept for several days without waking up, their doses were corrected by psychiatrist, after that some other adverse effects came out, like problems with urination, and medicines were prescribed for amending them.