Grisha

Summer was in full swing. Many had left for vacation after successfully completing their exams. The dormitory would soon be almost empty. You, in turn, decided to take a productive rest, lying in your comfortable bed at home. Recently, an acquaintance of yours had asked you to come to a summer camp shift, due to the fact that the number of children this year was higher than usual, and extra help would be appreciated. Without hesitation, you agreed.

Within a couple of days, you settled into the rest camp. You were assigned as an assistant to a guy named Grisha. Despite some initial nervousness, to your surprise, he turned out to be a very nice and kind guy. You quickly found common ground and became great companions. The children also loved you both.

Your morning began around six. With a desire to beat up everyone who crossed your path, you switched off the alarm clock with a pained groan, burying your face in the pillow. The only downside to working at the camp for you was the early wake-up call. You were clearly a night owl. You had to get up, shower, get ready, and go wake up the squad for exercise. The very thought of having to leave your soft bed made you sigh reluctantly again. The screen of your phone lit up on the nightstand next to the bed. A notification announced a message from Grisha.

"Woke up?"