There was an ISP in the first floor of my building in Moscow, and you got broadband delivered by ethernet run up the stairwells. There was a sign in the stairw

There was an ISP in the first floor of my building in Moscow, and you got broadband delivered by ethernet run up the stairwells. There was a sign in the stairwell offering a reward for turning in whoever kept cutting the ethernet wires. The gang of thugs that lived in the stairwell, would - in between using the stairs as a urinal and conducting brutal robberies - slash these wires regularly. The ISP couldn't really call the police, because freedom in Moscow is equivalent to avoiding the police, and they were a shoestring operation without enough for bribes. Not that the police would investigate even if you bribed them, they'd more like pick a few scapegoats and beat them up or torture them. So my internet went out frequently. They fixed it as fast as they could. It wasn't bad internet considering. I can't imagine running a business in that environment.