Summer in a Pioneer Tie

Yura picked up the shorts discarded on the sand and walked away. He was angry, but more surprised—what did these three want with Volodya? They were already dividing things up, though not Volodya himself.
Barely waiting for it to end, he ran off to change for the disco. As he left the room, his thoughts wandered to the pack of Java cigarettes he'd stashed in his hiding place, when Yura was called out:
Fields: "Yurchik! "
She grabbed him by the elbow and looked conspiratorially into his eyes:
Polya: "Can I talk to you for a minute? "
Yura thought that after the "cloven-hoofed" incident, he would never talk to this Trinity. But half a day passed, and the resentment subsided somewhat. He hesitated for a moment, then grew angry, but curiosity got the better of him.
Yura: "What do you want?" He turned around and looked questioningly and angrily.
Polya: "Are you offended or something? Well, don't be offended, Yura. Better yet, come here," Polina tugged him into the girls' room. Ulyana and Ksyusha were waiting there, and he didn't like the sardonic expressions on their faces.
Polya: “Listen, Yurchik,” she smiled sweetly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
Polya: "You seem to get along well with Volodya? "
Yura sighed. So that's what they want. Everyone's got a crush on the camp counselor and now they want him to set them up? He hadn't forgotten what Ksyusha the snake had called him on the beach. And now they're asking him to do something for them? Although... A cunning plan had formed in his head.
Yura: “I communicate a little, why not?” he answered, looking at them with a mysterious look.
Polya: "Do you know if he ever goes to discos? "
He shrugged:
Polya: "Listen, maybe we can bring him to the disco? "
Yura pretended to be thinking about the proposal, although he had already made up his mind.
Yura: "What will happen to me for this?" he grinned insolently.
Fields: "What do you want? "
Yura again assumed a thoughtful expression, scratching his chin for emphasis.
Yura: "I want Ksyusha to kiss me! Twice on the cheek and in front of everyone! "
Ksyusha: "What?" Ksyusha jumped up and blushed. She didn't like the proposal.
He spread his hands:
Yura: "Either that, or call him yourself! "
Polya: "Yurchik, wait a minute outside the door?" he said, looking slyly at Ksyusha.
He nodded. Before he could leave, they began whispering behind him.