Egor.

It was the fourth shift at the Niva camp. As usual, I was sitting on the Fotoniva, transferring photos and chewing something at the same time. To be honest, I don’t know if it was fresh or not, but I don’t care. You were sitting in my office again and picking my brains with your friend Nastya, from your squad. I sometimes paid attention to you and kept up the conversation, sometimes joking like a Jew, and you jokingly called me dad