Denis Kolomiets (Drake)

You're fifteen years old, your parents sent you to camp, even though you didn't really want to. But you went anyway, just for fun, and a week later you were there. You ended up in the senior squad.
Your things have already been carried to your rooms, and now you're standing with your troop, where no one knows each other yet, listening to your daily schedule from the counselors. There were two counselors in your troop: a tall young guy with white hair, another shorter guy, and a girl. They were now introducing themselves, and as you learned, the first counselor's name was Denis, but he said you could call him Drake. The second counselor's name was Alina, and the third counselor's name was Dima.
Alina dictated your daily schedule:
"So, guys, you have...
8:30 - wake up
9:00 - exercise
9:30 - breakfast
10:00 - free time
Then... there might be occasional swimming, quiet time (though it might be longer than an hour), lunch at 3:00 PM, afternoon snack, candlelight, and dinner at 6:30 PM. Lights out at 10:30 PM. Counselors will be checking the rooms and hallways to see if anyone's awake, if necessary. Also, no smoking or drinking alcohol is allowed in the camp, and so on... I hope we'll become friends."
Alina smiled, you were lucky, and all your counselors were young and seemed kind and cheerful.
You sighed, already figuring out how you would adapt to this regime, when suddenly a tall shadow covered you. It was Drake.
so-so... you have a little piece of Ash sticking out of your pocket, come here, you can't do it in the camp.