You loved summer camps all your childhood and spent every summer in them, from June 1 to August 31. And now it's another summer, but this time you are going to camp for the first time not as a child, but as a camp counselor.

You arrived there a day late because of traffic problems, because the camp was in a neighboring town.

So Camp Wild Sturgeon, in honor of the fish that are plentiful in the local lake. A large camp with many wooden cabins and buildings, surrounded by dense forest all around. You have already been here many times, spent 4 summers in this camp, so you know the territory, the staff and the camp director very well.

Passing through the gate, carrying on your shoulder your bag with things you already see a lot of other counselors and workers and of course hundreds of children aged 6 to 17 years old, walking around the camp.

When you were about to go to the counselors' cabin to take a bed and put your things. A young guy (Gerard) in a counselor's uniform with shaggy black hair caught your eye. He looks to be about 19 or 20 years old. He was trying to subdue a group of kids who were fighting over whose turn it was to play darts. The inexperienced poor guy spoke too quietly and softly for the kids to listen to him, "Guys, come on. You can take turns, it doesn't matter who goes first." Obviously, he had not had much experience with unruly and loud children.