BESHA
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And it all started normally....
We bought tickets, stocked up on dry rations and other groceries, bought some salo as a gift, took 2 chicken breasts for shashlik that I was supposed to marinate on the train
and 6 bottles of vodka. I figured we'd have a shot each on the way and no more. So we got on the train, everything was fine, and then the first bottle was opened and it all went downhill.
After the first came the second, after the second the third, after the third the fourth. I needed to marinate the chicken. The only spice I had was tobacco. I ran out at some stop into a local restaurant, wanted to knock some pepper and salt off the shakers for the marinade, but the waiters wouldn't let me.
Anyway, the chicken ran away from me somewhere in the end and is probably still running around the train. Ah well. So we arrived.
I spotted Uncle Merlin right away. We went to the store, grabbed some beer to perk up, and headed to the PPD. Met up with the crew, got settled, received a gift from Matrosov), quality check), met Oxy, had endless talks about Stinger. Then I played a bit of volleyball
with some group, got acquainted with the security, and dropped by a wedding to congratulate the bride. But the groom in a metallic-colored suit was against my congratulations. Guess you can't wear shorts to a wedding)) Anyway, Matrosov and Oxy had a
political chat with me and I returned to the room with the laptops. Then, like Xzibit on Pimp My Ride, I witnessed a spoiler get blown off by the wind. The woman and her lover were almost ready to believe it, but Matrosov started talking as if he was in on it with them). Next, I remember trying to save a piece of the salo-meat that had been partying on the road. What I was bringing for Stinger
was initially frozen, but Rusya didn't freeze his piece. Anyway, Asmodeus and I made a campfire, skewered it, grilled it, but the mutt kicked the bucket, eating it would have been necromancy. So it just stayed there on the skewers in the campfire. Then DD and I sat in the hallway of the building for a long time, eating cold dry rations, washing it down with diluted cola and cognac, and chattering about something. And that's how day 1 flew by.
Then Sting and Bloodlike arrived, hangover cure in the canteen, then everything was kind of like in a daze. I only remember wanting to get into the pool somehow, but it wasn't meant to be. Then I guess I sobered up and watched Sting's game against Bayazet. Then we went to the city for a tour, where Alone and Zloy Romantik and I decided to have a shot. Walked around the city, drank a bit.
Then Oxy drove me to get tickets and to the hypermarket to stock up. We stocked up heavily, I remember. When we got back, Alone was already gone, it felt kind of sad, I wanted to talk with him more. Anyway, I started tying one on, then morning - hangover cure.
Time was drowning in a daze. On the 2nd, the sad moments started, people began to leave. How I hate goodbye moments. Then we grilled something in the gazebo and drank something.
By the evening of the 2nd, I was in a fighting state, because I practically don't remember anything. I vaguely remember playing poker and briefly
wrestling with DD without any anger, taking turns with Stinger. And I remember DD gave me some slippers, funny ones at that))
On the 3rd, I woke up, but I felt something was off with my face. Went to the mirror, no black eyes, eyes aren't shut, just a slightly split eyebrow. From the stories, I learned the unpleasantness of the previous day. I was nursing my hangover in a state of deep shock.
I don't remember saying goodbye to the Moscow guys, I only remember saying goodbye to Peter and Siberia))
Then there were 3 of us left, me, Rusya, and Zloy. We drank something, I think, because I brought 3 cans of some kind of porridge and a jar of pickled milk mushrooms from the store.
Then a cab and off to the station, then we got on the train. Almost the whole car was full of black people. Being drunk, I harassed the whole car, including the dining car and the conductors. 1 bottle went down fine, then I bought another at a stop. Complete fail. Drank 100 grams and threw it all up right there. Then I fell asleep. After Moscow, the car started turning white. The accountant said my balance was 0, and some Moscow fans and a paratrooper kept plying me with drinks, even the conductor gave me a can of stewed meat)
Arrived in Minsk. Going home is scary, but mom knows I'm coming, so no choice. Got home. While I was drunk, everything
was fine. But then the hardest part began. My head started spinning unrealistically, like a helicopter. The first night was spent in intense
delirium. Barely slept and felt terribly sick, the second was a bit easier but not by much. But that's a separate story and I won't
bore you with it now.
What I want to say in the end. I'm ashamed of my behavior once again. I really intended to behave well before the trip, but I guess I burned out somewhere and crossed the Rubicon with the drinking. I'm like Zaytsev plus 1.
Huge thanks to Mee (brought the artifact, it's in my backpack for now). Asmodeus, Merlin for the excellent organization. Everything was chocolate.
Special big shout-out to Stinger, Bloodlike, and Preds. Without you guys, I wouldn't have ended up in this heroes' company, thanks guys.
Also a big shout-out to Oxxy - was really glad to meet a person like you. Well done.
iDD - in real life, it's much more pleasant to talk to you, Doctor Dima)
Dirty_Player - a very pleasant person, the brightest energy
Alone - the Yekaterinburg Russell Crowe) very glad to meet you, shame we didn't get to talk enough(
Matrosov - the patched-up look suits you) the Crystal Ball wouldn't have handled both of us))
Vic - the epitome of reasonableness, the brand of HoMM. Michael Buffer of the heroes world)
Zloy romantik - you were as mean as I was sober)
Fire to Sky - at first I thought you were some kind of dude) turns out you're a cool guy and a good person. Glad to meet you
Cobra - well, you know how I feel about you yourself. Good job
Bayazet - Lyokha, I'm ashamed that I once thought you were a weasel))
Valenok - ARTYOM, catch this))
Horn - you're our godfather)
RHOMM - I barely remember you but a big shout-out goes your way.
Katerina - and to you too, Thumbelina)
LSM - here goes)
Rusya - I'll pass it on in person)
If I forgot anyone, sorry. Writing from memory, and my head still isn't working quite right.
As I said, if the community decides, we'll hold the next championship in Minsk. I'm ready to organize
We bought tickets, stocked up on dry rations and other groceries, bought some salo as a gift, took 2 chicken breasts for shashlik that I was supposed to marinate on the train
and 6 bottles of vodka. I figured we'd have a shot each on the way and no more. So we got on the train, everything was fine, and then the first bottle was opened and it all went downhill.
After the first came the second, after the second the third, after the third the fourth. I needed to marinate the chicken. The only spice I had was tobacco. I ran out at some stop into a local restaurant, wanted to knock some pepper and salt off the shakers for the marinade, but the waiters wouldn't let me.
Anyway, the chicken ran away from me somewhere in the end and is probably still running around the train. Ah well. So we arrived.
I spotted Uncle Merlin right away. We went to the store, grabbed some beer to perk up, and headed to the PPD. Met up with the crew, got settled, received a gift from Matrosov), quality check), met Oxy, had endless talks about Stinger. Then I played a bit of volleyball
with some group, got acquainted with the security, and dropped by a wedding to congratulate the bride. But the groom in a metallic-colored suit was against my congratulations. Guess you can't wear shorts to a wedding)) Anyway, Matrosov and Oxy had a
political chat with me and I returned to the room with the laptops. Then, like Xzibit on Pimp My Ride, I witnessed a spoiler get blown off by the wind. The woman and her lover were almost ready to believe it, but Matrosov started talking as if he was in on it with them). Next, I remember trying to save a piece of the salo-meat that had been partying on the road. What I was bringing for Stinger
was initially frozen, but Rusya didn't freeze his piece. Anyway, Asmodeus and I made a campfire, skewered it, grilled it, but the mutt kicked the bucket, eating it would have been necromancy. So it just stayed there on the skewers in the campfire. Then DD and I sat in the hallway of the building for a long time, eating cold dry rations, washing it down with diluted cola and cognac, and chattering about something. And that's how day 1 flew by.
Then Sting and Bloodlike arrived, hangover cure in the canteen, then everything was kind of like in a daze. I only remember wanting to get into the pool somehow, but it wasn't meant to be. Then I guess I sobered up and watched Sting's game against Bayazet. Then we went to the city for a tour, where Alone and Zloy Romantik and I decided to have a shot. Walked around the city, drank a bit.
Then Oxy drove me to get tickets and to the hypermarket to stock up. We stocked up heavily, I remember. When we got back, Alone was already gone, it felt kind of sad, I wanted to talk with him more. Anyway, I started tying one on, then morning - hangover cure.
Time was drowning in a daze. On the 2nd, the sad moments started, people began to leave. How I hate goodbye moments. Then we grilled something in the gazebo and drank something.
By the evening of the 2nd, I was in a fighting state, because I practically don't remember anything. I vaguely remember playing poker and briefly
wrestling with DD without any anger, taking turns with Stinger. And I remember DD gave me some slippers, funny ones at that))
On the 3rd, I woke up, but I felt something was off with my face. Went to the mirror, no black eyes, eyes aren't shut, just a slightly split eyebrow. From the stories, I learned the unpleasantness of the previous day. I was nursing my hangover in a state of deep shock.
I don't remember saying goodbye to the Moscow guys, I only remember saying goodbye to Peter and Siberia))
Then there were 3 of us left, me, Rusya, and Zloy. We drank something, I think, because I brought 3 cans of some kind of porridge and a jar of pickled milk mushrooms from the store.
Then a cab and off to the station, then we got on the train. Almost the whole car was full of black people. Being drunk, I harassed the whole car, including the dining car and the conductors. 1 bottle went down fine, then I bought another at a stop. Complete fail. Drank 100 grams and threw it all up right there. Then I fell asleep. After Moscow, the car started turning white. The accountant said my balance was 0, and some Moscow fans and a paratrooper kept plying me with drinks, even the conductor gave me a can of stewed meat)
Arrived in Minsk. Going home is scary, but mom knows I'm coming, so no choice. Got home. While I was drunk, everything
was fine. But then the hardest part began. My head started spinning unrealistically, like a helicopter. The first night was spent in intense
delirium. Barely slept and felt terribly sick, the second was a bit easier but not by much. But that's a separate story and I won't
bore you with it now.
What I want to say in the end. I'm ashamed of my behavior once again. I really intended to behave well before the trip, but I guess I burned out somewhere and crossed the Rubicon with the drinking. I'm like Zaytsev plus 1.
Huge thanks to Mee (brought the artifact, it's in my backpack for now). Asmodeus, Merlin for the excellent organization. Everything was chocolate.
Special big shout-out to Stinger, Bloodlike, and Preds. Without you guys, I wouldn't have ended up in this heroes' company, thanks guys.
Also a big shout-out to Oxxy - was really glad to meet a person like you. Well done.
iDD - in real life, it's much more pleasant to talk to you, Doctor Dima)
Dirty_Player - a very pleasant person, the brightest energy
Alone - the Yekaterinburg Russell Crowe) very glad to meet you, shame we didn't get to talk enough(
Matrosov - the patched-up look suits you) the Crystal Ball wouldn't have handled both of us))
Vic - the epitome of reasonableness, the brand of HoMM. Michael Buffer of the heroes world)
Zloy romantik - you were as mean as I was sober)
Fire to Sky - at first I thought you were some kind of dude) turns out you're a cool guy and a good person. Glad to meet you
Cobra - well, you know how I feel about you yourself. Good job
Bayazet - Lyokha, I'm ashamed that I once thought you were a weasel))
Valenok - ARTYOM, catch this))
Horn - you're our godfather)
RHOMM - I barely remember you but a big shout-out goes your way.
Katerina - and to you too, Thumbelina)
LSM - here goes)
Rusya - I'll pass it on in person)
If I forgot anyone, sorry. Writing from memory, and my head still isn't working quite right.
As I said, if the community decides, we'll hold the next championship in Minsk. I'm ready to organize