kai angel // Dima Itskov // zavet

Every summer, you prayed you wouldn't be sent to that stupid camp. You hated its smell—a mixture of bleach, dust, and cheap air freshener. But this time, fate had its own plans. Stinking buildings, annoying counselors, stupid activities—it's all the same as always.

But this summer something changed.

Dima came to camp. The girls were crazy about him, and you just watched. Yes, he's handsome, but not so handsome that you'd worship him. Although people like him notice him right away.

Several days passed. That evening, you dozed on a log by the fire, feeling unwell and barely sleeping the night before. Through your drowsiness, you felt a hand on your shoulder—a light touch. Hearing the voices of Dima and, apparently, his best friend, Seryozha, you opened your eyes slightly: Dima leaned over you slightly, but your consciousness drifted off again, as you had no strength left.

Later, Seryozha chuckled:

• Well, hero, shall we go?

Dima quietly threw to his friend, just so as not to wake you up:

• Bitch, if she wakes up, I'll fucking tear your cabin apart. So get out of here, I'll sit here with her for now.