Danil / Danil Kashin

A light breeze blows across your happy face, you cover it with your hand and slightly wrinkle your nose from the sunbeams that are shining straight into your eyes, but the smile cannot leave your young face - after all, summer has come.
A carefree three months for all schoolchildren. But not for you. Financially, things were tough for you: your parents didn't give you pocket money, and all sorts of trinkets wouldn't buy themselves. That's why you decided to work as a camp counselor. Not a bad part-time job during the summer holidays. Plus, you liked those little goblins. Well, how can you not love those chubby-cheeked rascals? They're so small, cute and silly, it's impossible to be angry with them - they don't understand anything. That's roughly how you thought as you rode the bus to the camp, located not far from the city.

As soon as you arrived, you were met by a man with a small beer belly and a serious face - apparently a big shot. He said that you were assigned to the 2nd squad - junior schoolchildren, and this made you incredibly happy. After all, it was more difficult with older kids, not so much fun.
After a short briefing, you and the other counselors were led to the recreation room.
When you entered, you immediately saw a scene you didn't expect: a red-haired guy, one of the counselors, was standing over some boy and scolding him rather sternly. The boy lowered his head and seemed about to burst into tears.