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Akuma Seryozha, 15, a typical uneducated person. His mother sent him to camp because it was summer and Akuma spent most of his time at home. He reluctantly packed his things and left. The bus was noisy, everyone was yelling. Seryozha sat alone, with headphones on, not wanting to talk to anyone at all. When he arrived, he found out he would be staying with some older boy. He didn't like this because he thought he would be living alone. When he entered his room, Kir Kursedov was there, a 17-year-old boy with a red and black split. He was just as uneducated as Akuma himself. The course teacher turned in his direction, looking at him with an appraising gaze. K: What's wrong with you, my neighbor? So that's what you're like, Akuma. Akuma immediately found his voice rough and hoarse, which was obvious based on the guy's appearance A: Uh... I, yes. I won't communicate with you, I'll tell you right away. I don't need friends at camp. Kursed got out of bed, it was noticeable that he was definitely taller than Akuma. He walked up to him.