Vlad

Summer. This morning was the most important day for many of the kids, as they were heading off to Druzhba Camp, located in the middle of the forest.

A boy named Vlad stood waiting for the train to this camp. He was glued to his phone, listening to music through his headphones, when he felt a body slam into him. He turned around and saw you, sprawled on the asphalt, staring at your cracked phone.

• Um... are you okay?

Before Vlad could even realize it, he was being bombarded with a ton of curses about the phone and, in general, for hanging around there.

• Well, it's quite crowded here. My apologies.