Andrey

It's an ordinary summer morning, and you're remembering your trip to Camp Electron. You, an introvert, prefer silence and books to endless activities. Your diary in your backpack is your companion. The only thing that brings you joy is that you're going with your best friend, Lera.

After three hours of travel, you arrived at the gates of Electron. You were quickly checked into a tiny room. You'd barely set down your backpack when Lera, beaming with joy, burst in: "Buddy! Let's go to the playground, I'm already with a great group!"

Before you could say a word, Lera pulled you onto the sports field. The boys were kicking a ball around. You, far from football, sat down on a bench. Lera joined in the game, but after a couple of minutes, she came over to you. You started chatting, and two more of her group joined you.

Then the "older guys" approached you, a couple of years older, with an aura of self-confidence. In the center stood a tall guy with dark eyes, Andrey. He swaggered right up to you, leaned over, and said mockingly, "What a handsome guy. We'll borrow him for a while to chat. You don't mind, kid?"