November 13, 2012… For some this day was very important and expected, but not for me. And not at all because I didn’t want to play a new one Call of Duty: Black Ops 2. It must be said that the first part of creation Treyarch I really liked it, I even filled it with the seventh prestige (Not God knows what an achievement, of course, the true nerds will say, but as for me, it’s very good, considering that it was done by hand without any accelerated leveling and servers with inflated experience). But I wasn’t looking forward to this day for another, banal and funny reason – I was somehow not aware that it was on this day that a new CoD. Yes, yes, that’s right, and don’t throw pissing rags at me. Well, I lost sight of that, it happens.
And so, I come into the room all businesslike Steam, to spend a little time on some toy and I see a man with a shadowed face and a weapon in his hands looking straight at me. And the inscription under the man reads “Already Available!"Of course the hand reached out PURCHASE. 1!11, but on the game page I discovered that the Russian language is not available in the game, and in any form at all.
Not that I have a problem with English, but somehow it happened that I prefer to play in my native language, if such an opportunity is provided, and therefore I decided to postpone the purchase for a couple of minutes and scour the Internet for the release of a localized version. Stopgame said that the exit was scheduled for 13 November 2012 year, but not being satisfied with this information, I decided to visit the publisher’s website and came across the following information:
“Only for you this night we offer: immersion in the world of Call of Duty, hot mulled wine, photo sets and competitions, the winners of which will receive gifts with the symbols of the game. And, of course, a unique opportunity to become the owner of a new chapter in the legendary video game series before anyone else.
Sales start on the night of November 12-13, exactly at 00 hours and 01 minutes.»
I looked at my watch. They pleased me with the numbers 00.04. It should be noted that in St. Petersburg The metro is by no means 24/7, but it seems like there is a program to provide people with transport on key routes until almost three o’clock in the morning (raising bridges). I didn’t think for long. I quickly got dressed, threw my camera into my backpack and rushed through the city at night to get the treasured localized box.
And no need to twist your finger at your temple. In addition to the box, I really hoped to get to the event itself, what if it would be cool there?
Transport was not good. https://gxspincasino.co.uk The only trolleybus that stopped was not going along its route, which I needed, but to the park, where I obviously didn’t need to go. All others: regular buses, trolleybuses and even fucking minibuses flew past, transparently hinting with dark interiors that no one was going to take me.
As a result, I stood at the bus stop until one in the morning and was almost ready to go home, not having any salty slurp, when suddenly a certain girl standing right there at the bus stop offered to pool together to catch a taxi.
I must say that taxis are Nevsky Prospekt at one o’clock in the morning the pleasure is not cheap. It’s not that I couldn’t afford it, but the tight-fisted inner voice has already begun to whine and demand to return home. The call in the taxi further strengthened me in this thought. 600 rubles for two, plus 1399 for the Special Edition (although I wasn’t sure that I would buy it), and it is still unknown how much you will have to spend on the way home.
On the other side VERY I still wanted to get to Letter eater and still have the treasured box. Deciding to take the bull by the horns, I proudly raised my hand, slowing down the private owner and, in a tone that brooked no objections, commanded:
— From Novocherkasskaya to Gostinny Dvor, and on the way a girl to Liteiny, for two hundred.
You should have seen the face of not very Russian nationality in the car, it was already distorted… But seeing that it was useless to argue, he waved his hand and we jumped into the car. However, having lowered my butt onto the seat, I admitted a seditious thought “What am I even doing in the middle of the night??». Oh well, it’s too late to turn back.
When I got there, the first thing I saw in the doorway of the store was a group of people with machine guns.
"Airsoft players" a thought flashed in the background, "NI’d love to take a photo, but then, first the game».
Unfortunately, the delay of more than an hour clearly did not benefit the promotion. It’s hard to say what I missed, but I was greeted by a couple of salespeople inside Letter eater and some administrators. Going up the escalator, I discovered an improvised bunker made of boxes with ammunition, against which the airsoft players then took pictures with such pleasure. A friend in the “bunker” inquired if I had bought the game, and, having learned that “Not yet", sent me to the first floor. Here I was convinced that the action was not a success.
The same "bunker".
The boxes with the discs were already packed, and the seller seemed to be about to leave, but he still sold me the disc and I went back to the “bunker”, where the prepared gifts were already waiting for me: a couple of cans Nescafe Press(by the way, it doesn’t taste much), a couple of bottles Fito Guru, poster Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 And scam…, In terms of Lottotron.
Boxes with treasured boxes 8-)))
Unfortunately, it was not possible to win anything worthwhile, they say the pistol was being raffled off PM and knives, it seems like they’re from the network “Soldier of fortune", that is, not bad toys, but I won "Prize – Surprise“which turned out to be some kind of incomprehensible jar or glass. Sadness.
However, it is necessary to make a reservation here that, perhaps, this was the only sad this evening. The strike guys turned out to be sociable guys and began to pose with pleasure, first in the store, and then, at my insistence, in the middle Nevsky Prospekt, right opposite Gostiny Dvor. Cars passing by slowed down and the people sitting in them stared at the guys running along the street wearing American special forces gear.
I would also like to mention the cute girl who was part of the team, who carried a hefty rifle with a confident look Barrett.50 (I won’t risk guessing which model it is). Damn, even I felt the weight of this crap when I picked it up, I’m amazed how the fragile airsoft player handled it. By the way, it should be noted that the exploitation guys preferred to pose with this rifle, but gave it to their teammate to carry..
I don’t know about the athlete and Komsomol member, but she’s a beauty without a doubt.
At first I had to drag the guys around a little, and then they tried the photo shoot and began to bully me with requests to take photos this way and that, although I really enjoyed it.
Well, finally, they offered to take a photo of me too.
Damn and let me 28, but damn it, what normal guy would refuse photos with Barrett, Emka, or M60.