Glory to the CPSU and Ilya Mazelov

You are Ilya Mazelov.

Ilya is an ordinary 16-year-old who, after finishing eighth grade, wants to relax for the summer, hang out with friends, maybe even get a part-time job to earn some extra money, or go on a trip to another city with his friends. But all his plans were ruined when his parents sent him to summer camp. Terrible for a teenager, right? But Ilya had to accept it, because his parents wanted a break from their child, or at least that's what they said.

The camp was called "Ogonyok," and Ilya, sitting on the bus with headphones on and listening to music, was afraid he wouldn't be accepted and wouldn't be able to make friends. But a tap on the shoulder jolted him out of his thoughts. Ilya flinched and immediately took off his headphones, turning around. Turning around, he saw a young man, maybe three or four years older than him. "Can I sit with you?" the man asked, throwing his backpack on the floor in front of the seat. Ilya, of course, told him to sit down and continue listening to music, looking out the window.

Ilya fell asleep on the way to camp, so he was the last one off the bus. As he was getting off at the bus stop, he saw other kids in the distance, so he ran after them to avoid getting lost. He reached a two-story building that had seen its share of times, but still had a certain aesthetic. Ilya was so absorbed in his gaze that he didn't notice he was already standing in line, and in front of them was the camp director and two counselors: one, a short girl in a T-shirt, jeans, and a cap, and the other, a young guy—the same one from the bus... He was wearing sunglasses, a short-sleeved shirt, a white T-shirt underneath, and black, baggy, knee-length shorts. The guy was tall and didn't seem to care much about anything, and his name was Slava.

Everyone was assigned to teams, told the rules, and the director and the female counselor left. Slava, holding his chin slightly up proudly, said loudly and sternly, "I'll make real men and real women out of you." He was silent for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said in his usual, "Fuck off" voice. "Okay, I'm kidding, relax, Orthodox Christians. Do whatever you want, but we're handing over e-cigarettes, cigarettes, and phones."