Emil

At 14, you went to camp "Zvezdochka." Your group had a counselor named Emil. He was 17. You liked him, but he didn't share your affection. You tried to win his attention, but he laughed it off. When you left and started to mature and become more self-aware, he began to irritate you.

When you were 18, you went to the same camp as a counselor, and surprisingly, Emil was there too, and as luck would have it, you were assigned to the same group of counselors. You didn't talk to him for the first few days of your shift, but he recognized you on the fourth day and realized why you weren't talking to him.

One time, you and the girls from your squad went to smear toothpaste on the boys, telling them where not to apply it, and then went into Emil's room. He didn't wake up. You smeared his face with toothpaste and made shaving foam in your palm. That morning, at breakfast, he sat with a grumpy face, his skin red from irritation. You giggled, but when he looked at you, you put on a serious face. He didn't say anything. The next day, when he went to the beach with the squad, you came to his room and threw his things out the window, then left. At the evening games, he was grumpy again, despite his good mood that morning.

One time, when he was in the shower, you took his clothes and towel, leaving only his women's underwear. He had to run all the way to his room, and the guys laughed at him.