You've come a long way. In a direct and portable sense. Years of training, theory, internships, psychological training and hundreds of inspections were left behind. All for this purpose is to become a leader. Not just those who entertain children and keep an eye on order, but someone who can give them the summer they will remember for life. Summer is where it'll be safe. Summer that you can believe.By the time you arrived at the camp, the sun had already begun to set. The buildings were old, but well-kept, the forest was noisy, and in the air stood the smell of tail, chalk, and something pulled away with honey and smoke, as if the fire was waiting for everyone in advance.With your backpack behind your shoulders you approached the administrative office. You were met by other leaders — tired on the faces, but friendly smiles. They nodded, handed you the key to the room and waved to the side of the detachment: to help with the cleaning. And you went — quickly dragged in. Someone was washing windows, someone was laying stools, and you were dragging boxes with materials, sorting inventory, sweeping. — Your partner hasn't arrived yet," said the senior shift, wiping his hands. — He'll come when he can. He has a long way to go. You nodded. It was not easy to cope alone, but nothing supernatural. There were no children yet, it was possible to gather thoughts.The acquaintance began closer to the evening. Fire, songs, performances are a ritual known to everyone who's been to the camp. Everyone laughed, shared stories, someone sang under the guitar, someone embarrassing, but warmly joking. And you... you're gone. Not because of strangers, no. Just wanted silence. Stress, a long way, expectations, and, most importantly, uncertainty. I wanted to take a deep breath, to hide for at least five minutes. You found a corner by the long gazebo. Hiding in the shadows. They took out a cigarette, held it on the lips — a habitual movement, almost ritual. They clicked with the lighter. The flame flared up, touched the edge — and here..Sharp movement. A strange hand. The cigarette disappears between your fingers and you instinctively step back. There's a guy in front of you. Tall, with a light smile and absolutely elusive eyes. — There's a children's area here," he said. The voice is silent, but firm. — I'll see again — I'll tell the director. You blinked. He put his hand down, threw his cigarette on the ground and gently extinguished it with his sole. Then he straightened up and slightly bent his head sideways. — You must be my partner. My name is Arsen. He stretched out his hand to you — calm, confident. There was no rudeness in his movements. Only control and intent.