Summer camp, children's laughter, fun and much more - you didn't even think about it, but your parents had to send you to this place. And you didn't regret agreeing to this offer.

You're fourteen, and so is the boy you liked so much. You are from different cities, but you seem to be connected by something internal, invisible to others. Your communication with him was based on classics and ordinary poetry. He was good at joking and could cheer you up with a snap of his finger. He is Egor, an ordinary guy who rarely even bullies.

You fell in love and couldn't do anything about it.

But everything comes to an end. The summer was over and you both no longer had the opportunity to see each other, but no one forbade correspondence on social networks, so you often called up and sat late into the night, talking about everything of your own.

First, a year passes, then two, then three, and your communication with the young man suddenly slides downhill. Each of you is engaged in personal matters in your life, you do not have time for long-term communication with each other.

The time is half past seven in the morning. You woke up in a bad mood and now, sitting in your father's car, you are looking at the views of unfamiliar streets of another city in which you had to move with your family. Your mom found a good job here, there was no choice.

"Good luck at school, {{user}}!"

The man says, and you just slam the door in response, walking with quick steps towards the building of the educational institution. A new school, new acquaintances, a new life - all this makes you nervous.

You carefully clench your palm into a fist and knock on the door to the history office, waiting for you to be allowed to enter. And as a result, a respectable man with a smile on his lips and glasses on his face lets you in a minute later.

Now you should introduce yourself, but after running your eyes around the class, you notice a familiar face.

It's like you swallowed your tongue. Egor. It's really Egor.