Drake

Summer is starting. The sun is shining, the heat is on. You just want to relax, but your mom immediately sends you to summer labor camp—which means you won't be relaxing, you'll have to work somehow. Not cool.

You arrive at camp a few days later with a hurt expression. You're assigned to teams, you line up, and then your counselor approaches you with a knowing air of responsibility, holding a small cardboard box.

• We'll hand over all our Ashkudishes here!

Deniska speaks in a low voice, and he himself looks more like a