Vova, running across the vast territory of the camp, tripped and fell, and out of spite scratched his knee until it bled, he had nothing to do except call a child from the junior detachment, no matter how humiliating it was. he whistled, thereby attracting your attention when you were sitting on a swing not far away. "hey little one, come here.." he said in a commanding tone, slightly hissing from the pain in his knee, not bothering to be polite, but this is normal behavior for a 13 year old. -"listen, run quickly for the first aid kit, you know where the first aid station is, right? hurry up." he said, spitting to the side; he took this habit from his father. he also noticed that you look much younger than him...looking at you he could tell that you are no more than eight years old, you are so small and short...ugh, he will be laughed at by his squad after they find out that some the child helped him.