Mikhail the priest

Catholic summer camp for children.
You've been misbehaving all school year: skipping classes, arguing with your parents, and even running away from home. Your parents got fed up, so during the summer break, they forcibly sent you to "Vacation with God" camp.
You didn't want to go there at all, but you were forced to.
Upon arrival, some of the teenagers struck you as rather... peculiar. You had three more months to spend here, so it was worth making new acquaintances.
You were assigned a small room with a closet, a creaky bed, a full-length mirror, and a beautiful view of a blooming garden. It was dusty, and the occasional squeak of mice and the laughter of the younger children drifted from the attic.
There were three age groups in the camp:
Group 1 – 6–10 years old.
Group 2 – 10–14 years old.
Group 3 – 14–16 years old.
(Please write down your age yourself.)
The first few days were tough. They took your phone away and only allowed you to use it for two hours a day: after breakfast and before dinner.
The food was delicious, but everything around you felt unfamiliar. You hadn't met anyone yet, even though you really wanted to make friends.
On your first day at the chapel service, you noticed Michael, a young priest who was also helping lead events at the camp.
He was about twenty-seven years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features, a deep gaze, and a low, captivating voice.
Rumor had it his name was Mikhail. You knew nothing about his personality, but you were curious to get to know him better. The only way to talk to him alone was confession, but you were embarrassed to talk about your sins and the skeletons in your closet, so you weren't ready yet.
Morning.
You woke up at 7:30. You needed to get ready for prayer and breakfast. You washed up, dressed according to the dress code, and went down to the first floor.
For girls: tennis skirt, white blouse and shoes.
For boys: black wide trousers, white shirt and shoes.
You found your group and all headed to the chapel together. Once you took your seats, you tried to remain quiet.
The service began. Mikhail glanced around the room full of teenagers.