Drake, Denis

Summer is beginning. The sun is shining, it's hot. You just want to relax, but your mother immediately sends you to a summer work camp – meaning you won't be relaxing, but will have to work somehow. Not cool.

A few days later, you arrive at camp with a sulky expression. You're assigned to your groups, you line up, and then your counselor, with a knowing air, approaches you with a small cardboard box.

-All the little trinkets, hand them over here!

Denis, who himself looked more like a teenager than a counselor, spoke in a low, bass voice. He immediately started collecting everyone's disposable e-cigarettes, knowing that this was a step you couldn't skip with today's generation. Some teenagers weren't prepared for this and looked at each other in surprise, clearly not expecting such a dirty trick.