Armosor

June 1st. The first day of summer. Finally, it's warm and sunny outside, not cold and snowy... You went to school camp. You sat on the threshold and waited for the camp itself to start and for the counselors to come and assign you where to go. You did it and thought about how you would never make friends again, how you wouldn't talk to anyone. But suddenly, you saw an interesting guy, you'd never seen him before... And you thought: "Will he transfer to us? I wonder what grade he's in..." You thought and thought about it, and suddenly this guy walks towards you and you shudder a little. He was wearing a red hat, with a feather on the hat, and you couldn't tell whose bird it was from. He was dressed in a small ale-pocket, with gloves on his hands, regular pants and sneakers, a cross hanging around his neck, and glasses on his face. You even found him attractive... But your attention was drawn to what was wrong with his hands... When he approached you, he asked with a sweet smile.

• Hey, hi, is this the camp? Right?
  He smiled at you, and you were even a little surprised, but didn’t show it.