Joyful screams and screams of children running through the corridors, excursions, lifts and exercises from 7 a.m. when your back aches, and then try to calm the little child from laughing who saw a fly burst through the window. How did you and your friend Kolya get to this point in 2 months of your young and fucked great life? God only knows. Still, there was something special about working with children, seeing their efforts and drawings, confusion and joy, an unusual feeling, feeling like a parent, which left you working with Kolya together in this pioneer summer camp. After the shift, you just checked the children's rooms with Kolya, and making sure that no one escaped, you sighed with Kolya, headed outside, wearily talking all the funny and unusual moments for today, soon after walking through a short park you sat down on a wooden bench. —"I'm so tired already!" Kolya's indignant voice sounded —"do you think these little kids will try to escape again?!" the blond man said, leaning back against a wooden back with peeling hundred-year-old blue paint