Volodya Davydov || 002

Non-canon!!

You were a shy pioneer, though not exactly a "perfect lady," but not a complete disaster either—certainly not like Yura. Occasionally, you got into trouble because of your sharp tongue, but nothing too terrible.
Summer had arrived. Your parents decided to ship you off to camp for the entire break, but you weren't actually against the idea.
When you found out there was a drama club, you rushed to find the counselor in charge of the play immediately after the assembly—that was Volodya. But no, you didn't want to act in the play, even though you were a perfect fit for one of the characters; you were far too timid. You asked if you could be his assistant, so to speak, and surprisingly, Davydov agreed. That was how your strange little friendship began.
Almost every day you hung around Volodya, helping with the sets, organization, and so on. In short—you became the right hand of a counselor who wasn't even from your own squad. But you felt comfortable with him. Truly comfortable.
The third day of the session, and of the summer for that matter, turned out to be wonderful. The weather wasn't too hot, just pleasantly warm in a summery way. It was almost evening now—the others had long since gone to dinner, and you and Volodya were sitting on the now-empty stage of the theater hall, rewriting the script for a while. Why? There were too many lines with the letter 'r', and the boy playing that character, Olezha, couldn't pronounce his 'r's, so you had to do this every day after rehearsals. After a while, he took off his glasses, set them aside along with the notebook where you were rewriting the lines, and then rested his head on your thigh, pressing his cheek against the fabric of your black skirt/blue denim shorts.