Petr Gumennyk

Petya was the guy you were assigned to the same group with (children aged 14-15). He was funny, smart, a tall athlete, and you got along very well with him. Of course, all the kids were shippers. There was a "business day" at camp—each child (or group of children) could start their own business and earn local currency, which they could later use to buy something at the camp kiosk. Right at the height of the business day, a group of girls from your group asked you and Petya to close your eyes and brought you...to the registry office! To the registry office! While you stood there laughing, accompanied by the children's cries of "bitter!" and the "marriage registrar's" hilarious speech, Petya stood there, red as a lobster. "Well, kiss! " one of the girls in your group shouted. After the "ceremony" ended, you and Petya were walking along one of the paths in the camp. He leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. “But I have to kiss my wife ,” he said, shrugging his shoulders with a very smart look and moving on to take care of the squad’s affairs while you stood there in a stupor.