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"It was awesome" - this thought kept running through my head as I drove home, leaving the guys from Moscow at the bar with Falcone and Aiwe, but let's go through everything in order :)
On Friday morning, a group from Moscow arrived at the Leningrad railway station, but as it turned out, Timur The not only traveled alone on a different train, but also decided to repeat last year's feat of Vatya and got the stations mixed up, so his arrival was questionable. Also, his phone cheerfully told us that "the subscriber is not available," but all's well that ends well, and when we were already on the subway heading to the supposed location of the minibus, Timur showed up and joined us :smile03:.
At the same time, Aiwe and Falcone were stocking up on supplies for the whole group at the local store, periodically calling us to clarify what to buy, and we kept hearing that they needed to buy more beer, preferably three cases ;)
The journey was uneventful, and around 2:00 PM we arrived at the location. We had barely unpacked when a zealous organizer, using a combination of kicks and persuasion, got everyone to play the first round.
The m200 strategy was spiced up with Jebus L, as a result of which Balance was excluded from our team.
Round 1
zloy_romantik lose The (GO with 75 mages on medium monsters, opponent has trolls)
rutz def Noom
Aiwe def Vatya
Falcone def Just Observer
With that, the cultural program was over, and a poker-preference-billiards extravaganza began :) Reanimator Misha also joined us, who plays 2v2, but apparently, offline 2v2 games give him a good skill in scouting, as he managed to find us using only a navigator and some kind of map, because we gave him the wrong address :D
A little later, the local chef prepared an amazing shashlik, which was devoured at lightning speed, and where there's shashlik, there's cognac....
The revelry continued until about 4:00 AM, when even the most resilient decided it was time to sleep.
The second day started for me around 10:00 AM with a call from Matrosov, who said he had arrived at the station and asked for directions - Misha and Noom were sent to find him. Matros was found, he arrived and said that he didn't have much time, that he had to leave in the evening, so the events had to be accelerated, and the alcohol marathon started before lunch :)
Round 2
zloy_romantik lose Vatya (everything was going well, but he went into the hive without checking - max hive - gg)
Aiwe def Falcone
rutz def The
Noom def Just Observer
Round 3
Aiwe def rutz (after this match, Aiwe made it to the winners' final, which was supposed to be played only the next day)
The def Noom
Falcone def Vatya
Round 4
Falcone def The
Then there was an excellent pilaf from Tamerlane, a sauna, the phrase "vodka doesn't drink itself," again poker, the arrival of Napalm, an artifact found by Aiwe, Vatya and Aiwe's "arguments," first getting lost, but then finding happiness, etc.
Day 3
Round 5 - losers' bracket final
rutz def Falcone (Lexa's phrase about the bouncing harpies made my day :D)
Round 6 - grand final
Aiwe def rutz (Dima's shout right in my ear that his centaur went on its own cost me many victories :) )
In general, everything was mega awesome, despite the fact that many St. Petersburg residents ignored this session, and some simply chose to watch a Zenit match (Kober, you know, yes, whose garden is that stone thrown into? ;) ), against this background, a big thank you to Matrosov and Napalm for finding the time and visiting us, thank you to Misha Reanimator, who came to see what 3v3 is like and stayed for two days, thank you to the guys from Moscow, a special thank you to Yura Observer, who brought a friend who unexpectedly made it to the final (I'll still find out who you are, Roma - rutz :D), and thank you to the chef Tamerlane (although he's apparently called something else, but we decided that Tamerlane is Tamerlane), who fed us very well.
In general, thank you all, Aiwe, congratulations on the victory, the tournament is closed.
I hope to see you again in February ;)