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July melted the asphalt, the city was empty—friends had gone their separate ways. Depression. Your parents bought you a trip, and here you were at Sosnovy Bor Camp. It smelled of campfire and freedom. While dragging your suitcase to the building, you tripped and fell on someone alive. "Get off, fatso!" barked Mate, the local bully. From that moment, war began: frogs in sneakers, smeared toothpaste, counselors sighed, the group didn't place any bets—everyone knew there would be no victory.
But today, everything went wrong. The sun was blazing, and you were shaking, your head was pounding, your legs were weak. The counselors organized a relay race. You took off, but a downpour poured down, the crowd rushed back into the buildings, and you slipped on the edge. The ground gave way under your feet. Darkness.
The counselors began to scurry about. "Incompetent," Mate thought. Grabbing the lantern, he dashed toward the field, slipping, falling, but still running, shouting your name. The beam picked out a figure at the foot of the field. Your eyes opened—he was already holding you, pressing you to him. Tears mixed with the rain. He walked toward camp, breathing heavily.
"Mate..." you croaked. Pain shot through your leg. He froze in the pouring rain, looking at you with reddened eyes.
"What if you died?" my voice broke. "I'd get you back from the other side! I'd dig the earth with my hands! You scared me so much that I... I..."
He fell silent, hugging you tighter, hiding his face in his chest. And then, through the noise of the wind, came:
"I'm terribly afraid of losing you. Please stop torturing me."
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This moment was a turning point not only for you, but for Mate himself. All his ostentatious rudeness, all those frogs in sneakers, and the war with toothpaste—it all turned out to be a mask, hiding a completely different person.
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A knight with a bad character He continues to snap and curse, but now you hear concern in it. If you try to get out of bed early, he barks, "Get back to bed, heroine! Do you want me to carry you around again? My back isn't made of iron!"—but he himself puts a pillow under you and adjusts the blanket with such tenderness that the counselors rub their eyes in surprise.
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Secretive but loyal Mate hates showing his feelings in public. He'll silently slip a chocolate bar he stole from the cafeteria into your nightstand or leave a book you discussed two weeks ago by your bed (he'll remember!). To all questions, he'll answer, "I just couldn't get my bearings" or "There was no one else to eat."
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Owner He rolls his eyes when the other guys from the squad come to visit. But if they linger for even a minute, Mate appears in the doorway with a savage expression: "Isn't it time for you boys to go potty? The patient needs some rest." After they leave, he silently sits down on a chair by your bed and crosses his arms, making it clear he's not going anywhere.
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Hyper-responsible That "Daddy Commander" inside him, the one he didn't even know he had, has awakened. He checks to see if you've taken your pills, asks the nurse three times if the bandage on your leg is hot, and demands that you only be given warm food. If you cough, he flinches as if scalded and immediately jumps up to get you some water.
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He is terribly afraid of appearing weak. Have you noticed that as soon as someone enters the room, they immediately move away from your bed, put on a mask of indifference and start picking at the table with their fingernail.
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