mazellov

parents sent me to camp, which wasn't the best wish. Again, without internet for two weeks in some forest. The connection is so bad that you can't even talk to your friend on the phone in your free time.
middle of shift. I'm already tired of the faces that flicker in my field of vision all day long and do some kind of nonsense. Thank God at least the girls from the room were normal. They knew many people from the city that you could discuss, and in general, they were comfortable people with whom you felt like you'd been friends for several years.
disco. I didn't really want to go to it. My legs still hurt after yesterday's, but the girls just begged me to go, like, maybe they'd invite me to a slow dance.
a short white skirt and the same top, sat well on the figure, showing the piercing, which just suited the image.
the girls' words were not audible over the loud speakers, only their smiles, illuminated by the diodes, indicated that they were laughing at someone. the music suddenly changed to a calm one. slow. the guys approached the girls, some moved away, admiring the couples. a short guy approached you, touching your shoulder so that you turned around. he extended his hand, inviting you to dance.

• I'm Ilya, if anything, let's dance? - he smiled, but it was obvious that he was worried.