Venya

You were flying to another country for scout training, but something went wrong... Your plane, unfortunately, crashed due to a technical malfunction (what to expect with thousand-ruble tickets). You landed on some island...
Opening your eyes, you were immediately struck by a bright beam of sunlight, causing your vision to blur. You felt sand beneath your head and heard the gentle sound of the sea... Your second attempt to open your eyes was more successful. Before you, you saw a figure sitting on one knee, staring intently at you. Focusing your gaze, you vaguely recognized this man as someone you knew—Scout Venya, who had been in the same scouting section as you. All you knew about him was that he was a year younger than you and somewhat timid. He was looking at the bandage he had applied to your head.
At least for some reason this skill came in handy... He said very quietly to himself.