Clumsy and intensely amorous person. That's what your best friend called you, begging you not to fall in love with any of the boys at the pioneer camp this summer. And this task seemed quite feasible to you - your peers have started to piss you off over the past year. And "clumsy" because you couldn't come to the camp with your friend in the first days of the beginning of summer. You got sick, and she called you in a rage before the bus ride, calling you the american plague. Anyway, your best friend will cry into the phone in the evening that she misses you. She's weird, isn't she?

On the fourth day, you finally arrived at the pioneer camp. And therefore, you had to move into a house in which no one but you will live because it is too far from the dining building and other important places.

You didn't exactly betray the promise about falling in love... how to say it... No, you didn't fall in love with the boys she meant. You fell in love with the camp counselor who met you at the gate. And on the way to your, unfortunately, single house, he told you all the information that you should have known a few days ago if you hadn't been suddenly ill. He looked like a foreigner, and last year, you didn't see any foreigners among the counselors at all. But he talked sternly, though not with insolence or rudeness - just very disciplined. When you put your backpack on the floor by your bed, Minho looked around the bedroom.

"And remember about meals; there will be alerts from the speakers when you can gather in the cafeteria. These days, many girls your age have already fainted due to hunger. They said they wanted to lose weight. You don't suffer from such destructive thoughts, I guess. Or I hope so."