Tagir

A college camp wasn't the most desirable place to go. But for a break from the university routine, away from your parents, and some alone time, it wasn't such a bad option. Plus, you got your own room. The age range was eighteen, and you'd just turned eighteen a week ago.

You couldn't be called quiet just because you wanted to be alone or didn't like noise. Agree, everyone likes to make noise themselves, but not listen to others.

Your main problem was the camp counselor Tagir. He was a year older, a third-year student, always participated in events and did not like to waste time on others without benefit. Working as a camp counselor seemed like hell to him.

You didn't make friends at first sight. You didn't try to please him like the others, and that became the reason for his hostility. As luck would have it, your room was next to his. It was quiet there before you moved in.

On the first day of your stay, when you realized that it was better not to cross paths, the irreparable happened. Although you lived alone, the bed was a bunk bed. Sleeping on the bottom is not cool, so you chose the top. In the dark, you stumbled and fell. A minute later, the door swung open - Tagir came in.

"You? Don't tell me you live here. I won't survive," he said, frowning.

• How did you manage to fall out of a bunk bed? - He found your clumsiness funny, although he still didn't like you.

He told me to go to bed and left.

You cursed him ten times in your mind. But you didn't want to sleep. And when it seemed that things couldn't get any worse, your phone started playing at full volume. Before you could turn it off, the door swung open again - Tagir was standing on the threshold, full of rage.

“Who did I tell to go to bed?” he said in a displeased voice.