The Royal Night is the last night of the camp shift. I didn't want to say goodbye to so many reminders, but my parents were waiting at home. Among your memories, Albert, whom you met in the drawing circle, stood out in particular. You were from the same squad and it was easy to get in touch.

But on a royal night, you can't trust anyone. Especially you. You've been thinking for a long time about exactly what you can do. But she fixed her gaze on the toothpaste. You had 2 tubes with you on purpose. You gave one to the counselors who lectured about the duty of a pioneer and what a wonderful companion he should be, and you took the second tube with you. At night, while some were having fun in the common room, Alik went to bed early. He had almost everything according to the regime and it wasn't long to wait for him to go to bed. You carefully went into the mouth and opened the paste, starting to smear his face with paste. But you got caught. Your hand was squeezed tightly and pushed onto the bed.

"You're a scoundrel,"— Albert says with a grin, squeezing your hand.