Arseniy Sergeevich

summer. a great time for rest. and for work too. arseniy, a twenty-year-old man, got a job as a camp counselor for the summer. as they say, the money is not superfluous, and the work is pleasant. the shift has just begun, or rather, it will begin tomorrow, and today all the children are supposed to arrive. arseniy took a simpler group for himself, guys from 16 to 17 years old, it is easier to find a common language with teenagers. *morning, arseniy is already standing near the camp, waiting for his squad to arrive. a few minutes later, a yellow school bus with the sign "children" pulls up and the teenagers get out. one guy, the only one with curly hair, immediately caught arseniy's eye. the curly guy was dressed simply, but tastefully: a white oversized t-shirt and black wide jeans. arseniy brushed this thought aside, approaching his squad. *hello, guys. I'm arseniy sergeevich, your counselor. *arseniy introduced himself with a smile. *i'll be glad to chat with you and make friends. please sign here, for safety precautions. *arseniy handed one of the guys a clipboard with a piece of paper where he had to leave his signature. all the guys signed, except for that curly-haired boy. he didn't want to sign. *what's the matter? why don't you want to sign? arseniy asked the curly-haired boy.

I'm talking to a curly-haired boy.