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Completed Everlasting Summer - Soviet Waifus, It's Heaven [NSFW]

Idiott

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490
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That dream...
...same thing every night.
But it's all forgotten in the morning, as usual.

Maybe it's for the best...

Only a glimpse of memory will remain, of gates – half-opened, as if inviting me somewhere – with two frozen stone pioneers standing close.
And also that strange girl... who keeps asking me:

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Come?
But where...
... and why?
And where am I, anyway?
Of course, if it all would have happened in real life, I would have certainly be scared.

This much is sure!

But this is just a dream. The same one I see every night.
There must be a reason!
You don't have to know where or why to realize: something is really happening.
Something, desperate for my attention.
Since everything that surrounds me here is real!

As real as things in my own flat: I could open the gates, hear the hinges creak, brush the crumbling rust away with my hand, inhale the fresh cool air and shiver from the cold.
I could; but to do that, I would need to pick myself up, make a step, move my hand...
But this is a dream. I understand that, but what of it? What would change my understanding?

Because here it's just like on the other side of the cracking screen of an old TV, which struggles to the fight against static noise and strives to show it's audience everything without missing a single detail.
But the picture is getting blurry... I must be waking up soon.

...

Maybe I should ask her something? The girl.
What's her name...
About the stars, for instance...
Why the stars, though?
I rather ask about the gates! Yes, the gates!
She would be so surprised.
Or better, why dot over i was called a tittle, but dot over j was called a superscript dot?

Nice letters...
As if they don’t exist anymore!
Still, what do letters, gates and stars have to do with this place?
Because if every night I'm having this dream, which will be forgotten soon anyway, I've got to look for answers here and now!

And there, if you look carefully, you can see the Magellanic Clouds...
As if I ended up in the Southern Hemisphere!
...

In a dream, there are the small things that catch the most of your attention: unnatural colour of grass, impossible curves of straight lines or your own distorted reflection – while the real danger, which could put an end to everything right here and now, seems a trifle.
It's natural, since here you cannot die.
I know it for sure – I've done it hundreds of times.
But if you cannot die, is there a point in living?

I should ask the girl. She's a local, she should know.
Yes, exactly! I should ask her about the owl, for example.
One strange bird it is...
Though, it doesn't matter...
...

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And every time I have to answer.
It's the only way, otherwise the dream will never end, and I will never wake up.

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If he stays here he may keep monologuing...

Every time it's so hard to decide on the answer.
Where am I, what am I doing here, who is she?
And why does so much in my life depend on this answer?
Or maybe it doesn’t?..

It's just a dream after all.
Just a dream...

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Sometimes it really did seem to me that it was conscious of itself, had its own thoughts and wishes, ambitions; that it had feelings, could love and suffer.
As if in our relationship, the screen wasn’t an instrument – it was me, lifeless piece of plastic and textolite.
There is some truth in that, probably because the computer provides 90%% of my communication with the outside world.
Anonymous imageboards, some chats from time to time, rarely ICQ or Jabber, and forums even more rarely.

People on the other end of the internet cable simply do not exist!
They are all simply creations of its sick imagination, an error in the source code or a kernel bug, which started living a life of its own.
If one looked at my existence from the side, such thoughts would not seem so mad, and a psychologist would surely give me a bunch of sophisticated diagnoses and maybe write me a doctor's referral to an asylum.

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Damn, we look like shit.

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I never liked winter. Though hot summer is not my season either.
It’s just that I see no reason to point out any particular time of the year, it does not matter much what weather it is outside since you spend 24/7 at home.
The bus today was running so late, that I was about to curse it all and spend the last few hundreds rubles for a taxi (the idea of returning home didn't cross my mind for some reason).

As usual, millions of thoughts flew through my mind, but there was not a single useful one to seize.
Such thought that you could bring to existence, give it a shape, turn it into an idea and put it into practice.
Maybe I could start my own business? But where would I get the money from?
Or maybe I could go back to working in an office? No, no way!
Maybe I should try freelancing? But what skills do I have? Who needs me after all...

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A bus pulled over.
There is something abnormal about it – I thought.
Then again, doesn’t matter: only the '410' runs this route.

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Or maybe not sparks, just wakens them...
Because those feelings, they have been living in me for a long time, quelling down and waking up again.
The driver's radio was playing some very familiar tune. But I wasn't listening to it.
I was watching the cars passing by through the fogged up window.
Because people are always rushing somewhere, chasing something they need, stuck in their own little worlds, why would they care about mine?

They probably have their own serious problems; or, maybe, they have much easier lives.
You can't know for sure, since all people are different. Or aren’t they?
Sometimes, someone's actions can easily be predicted, but if you try to look inside his soul you will only see impenetrable darkness.

...

The bus was approaching downtown, and my thoughts were interrupted by the bright city lights.
Hundreds of adboards, thousands of cars, millions of people.
I was watching this light show, and somehow I got terribly sleepy.

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At first I didn't pay attention, as I wasn't fully awake yet.
On their own, my legs carried me towards the door.

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Damn, looks like I fell asleep and missed my stop!..

But there were no doors…
I've looked around the bus and realized that it wasn't a good old worn-out Marcopolo, instead the bus was the Icarus model, and new!
I was frozen in shock.

~ How?.. What?.. Am I dead?.. ~

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Weird. The text in '~' seems to indicate that he is thinking to himself. How is that different from his previous monologue I am not sure. Also, travelling in Icarus certainly makes you wish you were dead.

~ Have I been kidnapped? ~
~ No, I must be dead... ~

I touched my body wildly, slapped myself in the face a few times, struck the back of the front chair with my forehead...

~ It's clear: either I'm still alive, or, being dead, you can still feel the pain. ~
~ But how could all this happen?! ~
~ Maybe I was asleep for too long and ended up in the bus depot. ~
~ And then what, did they put me into another bus?.. ~

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Greenery wherever I looked: tall grass on the roadside, trees, flowers...

~ Summer! But how?! It was winter just a moment ago... ~

I had a terrible headache. As if my head was going to explode.
Step by step, I started to recall.

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~ I think I was sleeping; but how then can I remember all of it? ~

And then... A gap...
Some girl leaning over me.
She is softly whispering something to my ear.
Then a gap again...

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~ Who is that strange girl? ~
~ Or was she just a dream? ~

For some reason thinking about her made me feel better and calmed me down a little. I felt warmth all over, coming from the inside.

~ Could it be her who brought me here? ~
~ Then I need to find her! ~
~ And the best way to look for her is to get away from here. ~

I rushed to the left, then to the right, then stopped hesitating where to go, and finally ran in the direction, where the bus probably came from

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Physical exercise does refresh one's mind. Thoughts become clearer, and it gets a little easier to evaluate the surrounding reality.
Not in my case however – I was sitting on the roadside, wheezing and trying to ease my sore throat by gulping hot air.
In any case, the run did its work: the fear withdrew for a while.

~ Maybe I'm really just dreaming?.. ~

Though after recalling my self-harm, I immediately rejected the idea.

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I am neither dreaming nor dead...

A narrow road was running through the field and far into the distance. That exact road from my dream.

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I must be very far away from home.

And it is not that it was winter yesterday and it is complete summer now.
It is about the environment.

~ Of course, the summer is usually like that: green and hot; but here everything is not just like in real life. ~

Everything looks like it was taken from the paintings of Russian landscape artists of the XIX century.
The grass is just too lush; the bushes are not like what bushes should be, they are so thick that you can't see anything through them, like treetops, honestly...
And the trees themselves... The forest was quite far away, but the trees looked as if they had closed their even ranks and were now just waiting for an order to advance into the fields and plains.
I caught my breath and looked at the bus, which was now barely visible.

~ That was a good run... ~

Fear took over me once again.

~And those power lines... There must be people here! ~
But what does it mean?
In fact, that means nothing at all! Even hell can have power lines?
Baking and roasting the sinners is too old-fashioned...
I must have reached the point of no return, after which you should either lose your mind completely or finally try to understand what is going on.

~ And while I still have the choice, I should rather pick the second option! ~

I slowly headed back to the bus.

~ Of course, it was frightening. ~
~ But I'm not likely to find an answer in the fields or the woods, and this wretched bucket of screws is the only kind of link that I have with the real world. ~
...

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Is that a statue of kid drinking a beer?

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The trip's taking a bit too long today.

I smirked.
A person may start acting inadequately in extreme situations.

~ Something like is probably happening to me now. ~

This place didn't look abandoned at all – no rust on the gates, no damage to the walls.

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'Sovionok'...

~ What could have a name like that? ~
~ Judging by the pioneer statues, it could be a kids summer camp. And this camp seems to be working! ~
~ Of course, the simplest explanation, logically, explains nothing at all. ~
~ The strange girl, the altered bus, summer, the pioneer camp... ~

Thousands of theories went through my mind instantly: from alien abduction to lethargic sleep, from hallucination to time and space shift...
None was worse than the other, but there was really no way to pick a single one.

Then it all came to me: I can try to make a phone call!
I took out my cellphone and dialed the first number from my contact list.
But instead of signal strength bars, the screen was showing a thick cross.

~ All right, there may be no signal in such backward country place. ~
~ Though I cannot be the only who got here! ~
~ Buses don't go on their own! ~

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Bits of dirt on the bottom, some rust here and there, faded out paint and worn out tires: no, this is definitely a very ordinary 'Icarus'.

~ Yeah, exactly the kind of bus, which takes you to places beyond your understanding if you carelessly fall asleep. ~

I gave a nervous chuckle.
It came out by itself, sporadically. Because it wasn't a right place or time to laugh...

~ But where on earth is the driver? ~

I cautiously sat down on the curbstone beside the bus and started waiting.

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My patience didn't last long.
My anxiety seemed to have reached the top, and I started going slightly mad.
In such situation, anyone would have probably felt something similar.
Aliens and parallel universes were gone from my imagination, leaving only void and darkness.

~ Is this how it will all end? How my life will end? ~
~ But I wanted to do so much, so many things that I had no time for yet... ~

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All this porn won't watch itself!

I was taken over by the idea: that was definitely the end.

~ But why?! ~
~ It's not fair! Surely I'm no worse than anyone! ~
~ God, why?.. ~

Tears were burning my eyes unbearably, I curled up and started rolling in the grass.

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WHY?! WHAT DID I DO?! WHY ME?!

But my outcries were only heard by speechless statues of pioneers and by a bird on a tree, which immediately flapped her wings and took off, having cried something in its own bird language, as if laughing at the idiot who dared to interrupt its after-dinner nap.
At last I was breathless with my weeping, and just laid quietly, sobbing from time to time.
...

After a while, I managed to pull myself together.
Mind cleared up a bit, as if terror and the fear of death gave me a little break.

~ All in all, if someone wanted to kill me, what is all this for? ~
~ Doesn't look like an experiment either. ~
~ If this is some crazy coincidence then it probably carries no threat. ~
~ Anyway, for now, it seems there is no danger. ~

The panic was soon gone.
Of course, the blood was still pounding in my head, and my hands were still shaking, but at least I could think clearly now.

~ Right now, there is nothing I can really change anyway! So, no matter how much I think or get mad, it would only make things worse. ~
~ There's no point making guesses until I get some facts straight. ~
~ In any case, I won't learn anything by lounging about here. ~

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A girl came out from behind them...

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Zdzisiu

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The artstyle doesnt look that awful, but I bet this will be one hell of a crazy ride.
 

Idiott

Arcane
Joined
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490
Location
Potatoland
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~ Then again, pioneer uniform in the XXI century... ~
~ And then again, girls here... ~

I froze, unable to make a step.
I felt very much like running away. Running as far away as I could from this place, far from this bus, gates, statues and far from this bloody bird with its siesta.
Just run, free like a wind, faster and faster, waving to the planets passing by, and winking to the galaxies.
Run, becoming a pulsar ray, and turning into vestigial radiation, run to face the unknown.
Run no matter where, as long as it is far away from this place!
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Typical 4chan (or 2chan as it may be) dweller reaction when being approached by a girl?

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I could not help but notice her beauty, even though I was trembling with fear.
Human instincts work despite of consciousness, and while only 5% of the brain is responsible for cognitive processes, the remaining 95% are always busy sustaining life, and in particular, ensuring stable functioning of the hormonal system.
I desperately wanted to get less complicated, and stop thinking in formal quotes from the Encyclopedia, though my thoughts appeared one by one, being stupid, out of place, as if taken from an internal monologue of a hero of some junky softcover crime fiction book

A pretty slavic face, long braids looking like two armfuls of fresh hay, and blue eyes, in which you could drown.

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Let's at least TRY to talk to her...
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Uhm... yeah...
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All right then, welcome!

She smiled broadly.
Strange, it looked as if I had just a normal girl in front of me.

~ Bah, I shouldn't have returned here, the woods and fields seemed better... ~
~ But what shall I do next – try to speak with her as if she was a human, or run away, or whatever? ~

The blood was pumping unbearably in my head, tearing it apart from the inside; a little bit more, and the poor pioneer girl would be splattered with the hideous contents of my skull...

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What's funny about that?

The girl gazed over me.
It sent shivers down my spine, and my knees started to tremble.

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N... nothing...
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You are such a ladies' man.
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Great then.

Great? What's great about that?
Suddenly I felt like letting it all be: the bus behind me, the winter yesterday and the summer today, take off the itchy pullover and just believe, that it all was real, that it all was meant to be and that it all, at last, was for the better...

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And you must probably know...
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You should go to our camp leader, she'll tell you everything!
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Look. You go straight ahead to the square, then turn left. And you'll see small cabins.

She pointed at the gates, as if I knew what was behind them.

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I... erm...
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Got it?

Of course, I didn't.

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And I got to go.

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It seemed as if for her, I was something... ordinary.
And all this show with the bus, and the travels in waking or sleeping, were troubling only me, while here everything was just like it was supposed to be.

~ Camp leader, pioneer uniform... ~
~ Are they making a historical reconstruction here? ~
~ I hope I wouldn't find Lenin standing atop of an armored car at this square. ~
~ But even that would not surprise me right now... ~

After standing alone for a while, I headed into the camp.

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Were there really 'clubs' like that during soviet pioneer camps or is it just attempt to make this a little similar to typical VNs? There weren't any 'clubs' during camps I've been to at least. Granted, they weren't pioneer camps and were in '90s not '80s so it's bound to be different.

I was about to come closer...

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Her pretty face gave me an impression of bearing a torment for the fate of the whole mankind with a truly universal sorrow.
As soon as she saw me, the girl froze, as if frightened.

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Great, now you know exactly how that blonde girl felt.

I froze too, considering what was the best to do – to approach first or wait until she shows some initiative. Or maybe run away after all...
Although this last option was constantly suggested only by my self-preservation instinct (at least that's what I'd like to believe).
Not the worst human instinct, but one far from being the most logical.
If this instinct played poker against deductive abilities, the result would be predetermined.
And those deductive abilities (or at least their semblance) were hinting me that there was no need to be afraid of this girl.

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A girl wearing a bright red T-Shirt with 'USSR' written on it.

~ Such exact reproduction of the age. ~

She looked quite short from the distance and was probably younger than both pioneer girls – at the gates and this girl at the door of the 'Clubs'.
At last I decided to come closer, but the 'USSR' (as I called her in my mind) jumped to the first girl and started telling something while sawing the air.
The other girl, in turn, seemed confused, looked down and made no reply.
I would have probably continued to observe their amusing dialogue, but the 'USSR' suddenly pulled something out of her pocket and started shaking it in front of the first girl's face.

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Eeeeee-eee-eeeeee!

Squealed the first girl.
She must be not too keen of insects, as she instantly rushed towards where Lenin presumably made his speech about the accomplished workers' and peasants' revolution.
That's to say – towards the square...
The 'USSR' glanced at me, grinned playfully, and dashed after her.

~ Not a bad start of the day. ~
~ I have absolutely no clue where I am, besides that, there are some kids here, roleplaying pioneers. ~
~And, as far as I can tell, this place is located thousands of kilometers away from my home. It might even be a different reality. ~

And this was indeed a reality...
I mean, everything around me seemed so real (if a little embellished) that I was starting to fall into thinking that in fact, my previous life could have been just a dream.

~ And what should I do now? ~

...

I was picking the cracks in the tiles, which paved the pathway, and stared aimlessly at the 'Clubs' building.

~ Just few more seconds before I have to come up with some decision. ~

That’s when I recalled myself rolling on the grass, weeping...
I cringed in disgust.
Perhaps it's another instinct: when all energy for whimpering and self-pitying is used up, the body either goes into hibernation or mobilizes its reserves.
Mine seemed to have chosen the second option, because out of the blue, I got this determination to figure out what was going on.
And in order to do that, I had to act like a man – like a human: to maintain the dignity of a representative of my own world.

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Doing great job so far.

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Actually, they looked quite cozy from the outside.
Even though I was born in the Soviet Union, I have never been part of its children organisations, neither the Pioneers nor even the younger October Children.
I imagined the daily life of a typical pioneer camp a bit differently: huge barracks with long rows of metal bunks, wake-up call at six o'clock played by a siren, one minute to make your bed, then joining formation at the drill square...

~ Or wait! Could I be confusing it with something else?.. ~

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I was suddenly hit on the back!
I staggered but remained on my feet, turned around and prepared to become an hero on while fighting for my life...

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My mouth hung open in surprise.

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Pick your jaw up off the floor.

I closed my mouth.

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Great job on maintaining dignity.

Same pioneer uniform, but it looked, let’s say, provocative, the way she was wearing it.
Like all the girls I had met here before, this one was rather cute, but her overly arrogant expression killed any desire to get to know her better.

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So, you're new here?
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Fine, see ya!

She dashed a threatening glance at me and walked past.

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:negative:

I waited for the pioneer girl to turn at the corner... Who knows what else she might have been up to!
The most interesting thing was that even this hostile girl seemed completely normal to me, she did not give the feeling of some deadly danger.
Except maybe the danger of getting punched in the nose.

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There was no Lenin on an armoured car, although one could really expect something like that after all that had happened.
Instead, however, a monument to a certain comrade towered in the middle of the square. The letters on the pedestal read 'GENDA'.

~ Must be some big figure of the Party. ~

There were some small benches at the sides.

~ It's quite cozy here. ~
~ Where did that girl tell me to go? To the left or to the right? ~
~ To the left, to the right, to the left, to the right... ~
~ And why am I going there anyway? ~
~ Ah, right, I've decided to pretend to be normal... ~

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Failed all of your skill checks so far, too.

~ So, to the right! ~

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~ I must have taken a wrong turn. ~

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Oh, wrong way!

I turned towards the voice.

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I did tell you to turn left from the square, and where have you gone?

She changed from her pioneer uniform into a bikini.

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Oh, I still haven't introduced myself! My name is Slavya!
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Actually, the full name's Slavyana, but everyone calls me Slavya. So can you!
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Uhm... ye...
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:negative:

I still felt a bit confused, so I could not come up with more meaningful answers.

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And what's your name?

It felt like she could see right through me.

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Uhm... I... ye... Semyon...
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Nice to meet you, Semyon.
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All right, I'm almost done here. Could you wait here a minute, I'm going to change and we'll go to Olga Dmitrievna together, agreed?
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Agreed...

She ran off after these words, and I sat on the pier and let my feet hang into the water.
I was wearing heavy winter boots, but in such weather, there was nothing wrong in getting my feet wet.
Furthermore, it let me cool myself a little.
Looking at the river, I was brainstorming and processing everything that has happened.

~ If this is some kind of conspiracy, it is a weird one, even too friendly at times. ~
~ No, it really looks more like a random event. ~
~ Some entirely incomprehensible random event. ~

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Shall we go?

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Let's go...

~ I've been here for a very short time, but of all the people I've met, she looks the least suspicious. ~
~ However, this fact is already suspicious by itself! ~

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The 'USSR' girl and the girl who hit me on the back were there, chasing each other.

~ Is it some kind of game they’re playing? ~

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Aye-aye, captain!

I decided not to question Slavya for a while about what was going on and about the local residents.

~ Better first reach this mysterious Olga Dmtrievna. ~
~ Sounds like she's the boss here. ~

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Finally, Slavya stopped in front of a smallish one-storey cabin.

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It seemed as if this ramshackle hut was drowning in the velvet purple storm, and the lilacs, like some elemental force, were inexorably destroying the troop leader's house.

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What are you standing for? Let's go!

Slavya took me out of my daydreams.

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:what:

~ Sounds like there's someone inside. ~

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Don't get upset about her, Lena!
~ So her name is Lena... Gotta be thankful it's not Rena, at least! ~

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Google suggests that he means Rena from Higurashi When They Cry. I have no idea who that is or what it is about.
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But I don't...

She didn't finish her phrase, blushed and quickly headed towards the square.
For some reason I felt like turning around and following her with my eyes, but Slavya said:

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Come.

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Inside it looked something similar to what I was imagining: two beds, a table, a couple of chairs, a simple carpet on the floor, a wardrobe.
Nothing special, but at the same time it felt homelike and cosy, although this room was almost in the same state of disorder as my own flat.

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~ The nature obviously gifted her with a pretty face and a good body... ~
~ At least one thing can keep you happy in this pandemonium: the locals are beautiful. ~

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You're finally here! Excellent! My name is Olga Dmitrievna, I'm the camp leader.
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Nice to meet you, I'm Semyon.

I decided to talk as if I weren't surprised by anything that was going on.
She came closer.

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We've been waiting for you since the early morning.
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:bounce:
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You've been waiting? For me?..
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Yes, of course!
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And when does the next bus come, cause I...
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And why do you need it?

~ Yeah, right, why would I need it... ~
~ Guess I shouldn't ask direct questions: the people here may react to them quite unlike what I'd prefer. ~
~ And I doubt I'd get any answers. ~

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No reason, just curious...
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By the way, where are we exactly? Our mailing address, I mean?
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I wanted to send a letter to my parents to tell them I got here all fine.

For some reason, I had the desperate idea that if I played along, I would find something out.

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Oh, but your parents gave a call just half an hour ago! Sent their regards to you.

~ Now that's a surprise... ~

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So, can I call them? Cause I forgot to tell them something before I left.
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No.

She gave me a sweet and natural smile.

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Why not?
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We don't have a phone here.
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...
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Then how could my parents make the call here?
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I've just come back from the district's central town, it's there that I talked with them.

~ Ah, now that's how it is? ~

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And can I somehow get to the town?
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No.

She kept the same smile.

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Why not?
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Because the next bus only comes in a week.

I decided not to inquire how the troop leader managed to get there and back: I would get no answer anyway.
All this time, Slavya was standing next to me and seemed to find nothing odd in our conversation.

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Oh, we need to find a uniform for you!

~ I've got absolutely no desire to put on pioneer shorts or to wear the ridiculous red neckerchief! ~
~ However, wearing winter clothes in summer is not a great idea either. ~

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Right, thank you...

~ I wonder if I'm the only one here who finds it strange that someone's wearing a coat and winter boots in such heat. ~

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Righty-right, I'll be off then, and you can get yourself acquainted with the camp! Don't forget to come to dinner in the evening!

Having said that, she walked out of the cabin.
No, 'walked' is not the right word: she rushed out.
I was now alone with Slavya.

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:smug:
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I must go too, got things to do.
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:rage:
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Have a walk, look around the camp a bit. See you in the evening.

~ If there was no catch or menace to that, then this reality, in the person of Slavya, becomes more and more something to be fond of. ~

...
For the first time today I realized that it was awfully hot here.
Although, obviously, my winter clothes were to blame for that.
I took off my coat and dropped it onto the bed, my pullover went after: I was now wearing only the shirt.

~ That's much better! ~

All I could do now was follow the advice and go look around the camp.

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Бесконечное Лето translated? Now I can finally watch someone play it. Don't have the guts to try it myself.

I mean, LOOK at that shit!
"Actually, the full name's Slavyana, but everyone calls me Slavya. So can you!" - How much more slavic could it be? This name DOES NOT EXIST in fucking Russian.

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Will watch
 

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Hello, you're new here, you must be Semyon, right?
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And how do you...
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Everyone knows already! I'm Electronik, by the way. The real one. You can call me that.

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All right...
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Ulyana also calls me Cheese.
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Cheese?

~ Why not cauliflower? ~

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Because my last name is Cheesekov.
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I see...
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Let me show you around!

I accepted his offer, as it would have been much longer to get to know this place alone.

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Fine, let's go.

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~ As if there were no other places to go in this camp... ~

Lena was sitting on one of the benches, reading some book. Electronik confidently approached her.

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He started briskly.

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Hello. Well, you could say we've already met in a way.
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Yes...

She looked away from the book for a moment, glanced at me, blushed and went back to reading, as if not noticing that we were still here.

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All right, let's go on.
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I wonder if this game will have any conversation longer than 5 sentences not interrupted by his thoughts or narration.

I was at first surprised that 'meeting' this girl was reduced to a couple of words, but then I thought that it was better that way. Electronik's vigorous activity did not fit well with Lena's shyness.

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Let's go.

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And this here...
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I know! This is where you consume organic food!
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Yeah, something like that...

On the canteen's porch, there stood the unfriendly girl who hit me on the back earlier.
At her sight, my joking mood vanished in a blink of an eye.

~ Really, now is not the best time to pull this guy's leg, even though he is quite hilarious. ~
~ First I need to figure out what's what here or at least where am I! ~

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Her, over there, that's Alisa Dvachevskaya. Be cautious around her.

He was speaking in a whisper.

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What did you say? What did you call me?

She must have heard him.
In a blink of an eye, Alisa jumped down from the porch and dashed towards us.

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All right, you'll manage from here onwards...

Electronik took to his heels.

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We ARE NOT running from a girl.

Alisa, running past, stopped for a moment and growled:

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I'll deal with you later!
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Deal with me? What did I do wrong!?
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What did you do right?

I added a forced guilty smile to my words.

~ But what am I guilty of?.. ~

She made no reply and went on chasing Electronik.

...

~ Looks like I'll have to kill my time alone, waiting for the dinner. ~

I decided to go east. At least in the direction where the east would have been in my world.

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A game was in full swing there.

~ I guess watching it for a bit wouldn’t do any harm. ~

In my childhood and in the teen years, I was not a bad player myself and even thought of going professional, but a few injuries in a row killed my desire to risk my health for the sake of uncertain chance in the game.
Kids of different ages were running in the pitch: I could see a boy of about ten and a girl of about fourteen years old...
A girl... Hey, that's Ulyana!

~ All right, she plays football; what's so surprising? ~
~ She seems a restless one, after all. ~

I was standing quite far from the pitch, but she still noticed me.

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Ulyana shouted.

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Wanna play?

I did not know what to answer.

~ On the one hand, it's no big deal running for ten minutes. ~
~ On the other hand, any wrong move in my situation could be a final one. ~

But in any case, my attire wasn't suitable for this weather.
If I played in winter boots and warm jeans, I would sweat like a pig.

~ And playing barefoot and without jeans would be simply unethical. ~

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Maybe another time, all right?

I shouted in response, turned around and walked back.
I was followed by Ulyana's screams, about my pants, or about me being a pansy, or something like that...

...

The evening was falling, making me feel tired and empty after a day wasted for no real purpose.

...

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~ I'll better sit here and wait for dinner. After all, it's easier to search for answers when you're not hungry. ~
~ They do give food to people here, right?.. ~
~ You know, it's curious how the simplest human needs can break the will to ponder on things, to strive for something. ~
~ E.g. I feel hungry now, and I care much less about where I am or what is happening to me. ~
~ Could great people also be affected by this? ~
~ And in such case, how did Spartacus start the slave uprising in ancient times?.. ~
~ I can only conclude that I am not a great person, and it does not really matter which mechanism do I serve as a gear: society, matrix or a weird pioneer camp. ~

My thoughts were interrupted by the bells chiming from a loudspeaker on a light pole.

~ It must be a dinner call! ~

I headed towards the canteen; it was a good thing that now I knew where it was.
Olga Dmitrievna was there, standing on the porch.

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She looked back at me for a while, but at last came closer.

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Semyon, what are you waiting for? Come in already!

~ Guess nothing bad can happen if I come with her. ~

My stomach backed me up here.

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The canteen looked like... a canteen.
I had a chance to visit a factory canteen at some point in my life... This one was exactly the same, just maybe a bit cleaner and more modern.
Metal chairs and tables, glazed tiles on the walls and on the floor, unsophisticated tableware with occasional crack.

~ Guess that's what a canteen in a pioneer camp supposed to look like. ~

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Semyon, wait a moment, we'll find you a place to sit...

She looked around the place.

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Dvachevskaya, hold on right there!

Olga Dmitrievna shouted at Alisa who was passing by.

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What's up with your clothes?
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Anything wrong with it?

Indeed, her attire looked somewhat provocative...

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Get your uniform nice and neat right now!

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So, where can we find you a place to sit?

There weren't a lot of free seats.

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Go over there, to Ulyana!
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Uhm... Maybe I...
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Yeah, it's fine, the food's already on the table, too!

I had no other choice but to accept.

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But it all looked so tasty that I had no chance to resist!

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Potato canteen and 'looked tasty' aren't exactly phrases you want to put in one sentence... Anyway, I suspect a part of this game's popularity (at least in Russia and potato countries) comes from the fact that it's a massive nostalgia trip, at least for people around 30-40. And finally the food is relatable, instead of stuff like takayoki or gagh.

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Hey!
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Whaddaya want?

I replied rather rudely to Ulyana, who was sitting next to me.

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STOP NARRATING DURING EVERY CONVERSATION.
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Why didn't you play football with us?
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Because of my clothes.

Said I, pointing at the source of the problem.

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Oh, all right then, eat.

However, there wasn't much left to eat: the cutlet was missing from the plate!!!

~ Only she could do it. ~
~ No, more precisely, none but Ulyana could do it! ~

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Give me back my cutlet!
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In a big family, you snooze, you lose! It can cost you a cutlet if you are careless!
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Give it back, I'm telling you!

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No one steals our food!

I looked at her menacingly and was about to reach out my hand...

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See, I don't have it!

And indeed, Ulyana's plate was empty; it seemed that this little girl eats as fast as she steals someone’s cutlets.

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Take it easy, we'll work something out now!

She grabbed my plate and ran off.

There was no point in following her: if they wanted to poison me here, they could have done it much easier way.
About a minute later, Ulyana returned and handed me the plate with a smoking hot cutlet on it.

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Thanks...

It was all I could say.

I was so hungry that my suspicions were gone in a flash. I picked up the cutlet with my fork and...

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~ Some bug! No, not a bug! An insect! It got legs and it's wiggling! ~

- CRASH -
The plate fell onto the floor and broke into pieces; the chair hit me hard on my leg while falling.
I've disliked insects since I was a child, but when these creepy-crawlies appear in my plate, that's just way too much!

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You little...

Ulyana seemed ready for such a twist and was already at the door, laughing as if she had just heard a fresh stand-up comedy joke.
I dashed to her.

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We were just a few dozen meters apart, and I felt I would catch this little girl easily.

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I started to gasp for breath.

~ I should have quit smoking I guess... ~

Ulyana passed out of sight on the next turn.

~ It can't be true that she managed to get away from me! ~
~ It simply can't! ~

I was standing trying to catch my breath again.
...

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~ Looks like I'm lost... ~
~ It's a bad idea to stay in the woods at night; better get back to the camp. ~

However, I had no clue which way to go whatsoever.

~ Well, gotta choose at random. ~

...

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~ Everything falls back into place. ~

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The bus is gone...

I Mumbled quietly.
On the one hand, there was nothing strange about it: the bus couldn't just stay there forever.
On the other hand, it meant there was someone driving, because buses do not drive themselves!

~ Or do they? ~

This world seemed too normal, but every event here had at least two explanations for it: an ordinary – real, everyday explanation – and a surreal one.
Certainly, the driver could have just been off for a snack, and I left too soon, and that's why...

~ In any case, this is not a place for me! ~

Whether that bus drives itself or not was probably an important question, but it was much more important how I had got here at all.
And where this here was...
The fields and the woods, stretching towards the horizon, had no answers; there was nothing familiar about them.
...
A strange, odd, and alien world. However, absolutely not frightening at the same time.
Either my self-preservation instinct decided to resign from its job, or all this running around the camp and the local pioneers had lulled me so much with their carefree normality, that I was sometimes simply forgetting what had happened to me just a couple of hours ago.
Although I probably just had no strength left to worry.
All I wanted was some peace, calmness; I wanted to just have a break from it all, and only after that I would continue looking for answers, ready and reloaded.
However, that would be some time later...

~ And what about now? Can I let myself to relax? ~

...

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I was about to head back when someone came silently from behind.

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...

It was Slavya standing before me. I was so surprised that I got a seizure.

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So, you haven't caught Ulyana, have you?

She smiled.
I nodded disappointedly and sighed.

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No wonder. No one ever have.

~ Yeah, she's a real rocket girl. She could have found a better use of her energy then looking for adventures... ~

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You must be hungry, you didn’t manage to have dinner after all...

Indeed, I had completely forgot about hunger, but after these words of hers, my stomach drew my attention to itself by giving a traitorous rumble.
Slavya smiled.

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Let's go then.
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What, is the canteen still open?
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It's all right, I have the keys.
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The keys?
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Yes, I have keys to all the facilities in this camp.
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How come?
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Well, I'm something like the camp leader's aide here.
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I see. Well, let's go.
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:yeah:

It was an offer you can’t refuse.

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Excuse me, I should warn my roommate that I'll be late; she's so punctual herself that she'll be worrying otherwise.
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You go on to the canteen, and I'll come in a minute, alright?
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Alright...

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And that somebody was apparently hopelessly trying to open the door.

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Oh shit

Without any secret thoughts, I walked up onto the porch.

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OH SHIT

~ I should have probably kept off and waited... ~

She looked at me intently for a while, then said:

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Don't just stand there, give me a hand or something!
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Meaning?
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Help me open the door!
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Why?
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Cause I want some buns with kefir! The dinner wasn't enough!
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Uhmmm... Is it really a good idea?
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Aren't you hungry yourself, huh? Ulyana didn't let you have a normal dinner, did she?

She smiled sarcastically.

~ It's true, she didn't... ~

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It's fine, Slavya will come now and...

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:what:

~ Guess I shouldn't have said that. ~

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I'm off then!
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And you'll pay for this! You owe me two already!

Having said that, Alisa disappeared into the night.

~ And what was the first one for? ~

...

Slavya didn't keep me waiting for too long.

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Yeah, why are you asking?
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No reason, it's nothing.

It was better if I did not tell her about Alisa.

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Everything's fine.

I said that and instantly heard a trace of dishonesty in my voice.

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Well, shall we go?
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:yeah:

As for Slavya, she seemed not to have noticed anything. Or at least she was pretending she didn't.

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Let's set the mood

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Wait a bit, I'll go get something.

I sat down on a chair and obediently waited for my saviouress.

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~ No wonder: I bet hungry pioneers finished everything off. ~

However, even that was far better than most of my usual diet.
Slavya sat across the table and looked at me while I was eating.

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Is there something on my face?

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She smiled.

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So, how did you like your first day in the camp?
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Well, I don't really know...

It's silly to ask someone who suddenly found himself in a different reality whether he liked the food in the canteen, the camp leader, or the assigned hut.

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It's alright, you'll soon get used!

Slavya stared into the window dreamily.

~ Frankly speaking, I have no desire to get used to such things; but as for her, she doesn't know... ~
~ Or at least she wants me to think that she doesn't. ~

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Well, all in all, it's nice here.

I had to somehow break the awkward silence.

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Do you think so?

She asked without any interest.

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Yeah. This place is so...

I wanted to say 'retro', but I managed to hold that back.
After all, it was retro for me, but what about them? It might be the only kind of life they knew.
If the term life was applicable here at all...

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So how?

She looked at me closely. As if something important depended on my answer.

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Well, I don't know... lovely. Yeah! It's lovely here.
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I guess you're right.

She smiled again.

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It's very good that you think so.
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Why?
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Well, not everybody likes it here...
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And what about you?
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Me?
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Yes.
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I love it here, it's great.
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Then you don't need to worry about what other people think.
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Well, I don't really worry.

Slavya laughed.
This conversation seemed to be leading me far astray from where I wanted to get.

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No shit.
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And you're worried yourself...
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Really? Why?
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Well, when someone is chewing so intensely...
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I'm sorry.
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It's okay.

I couldn't force myself to be more careful with this girl.
But why exactly her? With any local inhabitant.
Every one of them looked completely normal to me. Precisely normal, so normal it sends chills down the spine and to the marrow!

Normal, not like a neighbor-human with the power drill in the one hand and subwoofer in the other.
Not like a passenger-human you can often meet in a subway or public transport.
Not like a coworker-human next table in the open plan office.
And not even like a friend-human who only differs from other humans in his constant insistence.
All of them looked normal – as I would expect them to be – with their own downsides but without any superpowers.

And Slavya was also... cute?
I glanced at her stealthily not knowing what to say.

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I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the camp but ran off my feet.
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I... didn't miss anything while being on my own I guess.
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Are you sure you haven't missed anything at all?

She smiled so hard that I had to cast my eyes down in confusion.

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Well, how could I know – it's the first day I'm here.
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Okey, and what have you seen so far?
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I've seen the square, this canteen, the football field...
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And what about the beach?
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Just from afar.
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You should really go there! Or let's do it together!
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Yeah, ok... We will...
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:thumbsup:

Her naturalness started to scare me, but then I thought – what if everything that happens here is how it supposed to be and this world looks strange just for me but for them it is... native?
Maybe I got thrown into the past?..
Yes, this would explain a lot.

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Can I ask a stupid question?
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No.

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It's late... Will you find the way to Olga Dmitrievna by yourself?
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Of course I will but why should I go there?
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She'll settle you to someone.
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What for?

Probably this question seemed stupid, because Slavya bursted into good laughter.

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You need to sleep somewhere, right?
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That makes sense...
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Fine, I'll go then. Good night!
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Night...

~ It's strange that she left in such a hurry... ~

A key bundle left in a door lock caught my attention.
I was going to catch up to Slavya, but where does she live?
And knocking on every door during the middle of the night didn't sound like a bright idea.

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May as well take them and give them to her tomorrow.

~ I'd better take them – will give them back tomorrow because who knows what happens here at night. ~

Such thoughts gave me a chill – it is me who needs to be careful here in the first place.

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Sudden desire to follow Slavya's advice and go to the camp leader’s cabin has appeared.

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I sat on the bench and started to recall everything that happened today. That was all my constructive mood could offer.
Here was much brighter than near the canteen, belated pioneers were running by, so this place did not seem scary at all.

~ Bus, summer camp, girls... ~

I was so tired from everything new and strange that could not come up with a single explanation of what was going on.
I heard a barely noticeable rustle nearby.
I shivered and looked in that direction.

~ Girl. Reading a book. ~

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I decided to come closer and talk.
She was the only new person I met here without having even few words chat.

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Hi, what are you reading?

Lena was so surprised, that she even jumped up.

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Sorry, didn't mean to scare you!
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Never mind...

She blushed and stared into the book again.

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So what are you reading?

On the cover was written – 'Gone with the Wind'.

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Let's try to get her to talk to us...

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Good book...
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Thanks.

~ Honestly speaking, I haven't read it but I think such literature suits her very well. ~

Lena doesn't seem to be interested in continuing the talk.

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Well, if I'm bothering you...
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No.

She answered while still looking into the book.

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Can I sit aside for a while?
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Why?

~ And really – why?.. ~

Maybe just because I was very tired and being with company is better than being alone.
And maybe I wanted try to find out something from her.
I carefully examined Lena.

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~ But no, I doubt that... ~

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Well, I don't know... I'm not allowed to?
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Feel free...
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But if I'm bothering you...
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No, you don't.
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I can leave, just tell...
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Dude, she told you it's fine. Stop actively making her tell you to GTFO.
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Everything’s alright.
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Ok then...

I sat on the end of the bench carefully.
After such an intensive talk staying here was the last thing I wanted, but it won't be nice to just stand up and leave.

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Didn’t really go well huh?

Lena haven't answered anything.
It seems I made a fool out of myself.
I bet if it was Ulyana here she'd have a good laugh at me.

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Do you enjoy being here?

I recalled the Slavya's question and thought it would be a good start for a conversation.

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Yes.

She slightly smiled.

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I guess I like it too...

Lena definitely isn't very sociable and probably can't support the meaningless conversation as easy as Slavya.
But there was something in her that attracted the attention.

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Like a momentary sight or reflection in your glasses at rainy autumn evening which makes you turn around and stare into darkness searching for something, that you saw out of the corner of your eye.
Of course you weren’t able to distinguish or understand what it was but it still felt so tempting...

Lena was still reading the book without paying any attention to my presence.
And I had no intention at all to ask her anything about this camp or this world in general.

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Beautiful night...
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Yes...

~ How in a world would you start a conversation with her? ~

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Oh I don't know, talk about books?
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It's late, I have to go...
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Yes, it's quite late...
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Good night.
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Night…

There was something strange in this girl.

~ At first glance she is a typical shy and modest pioneer girl, but... ~

The mystery of Lena took its own place in massive list of mysteries of this camp which I started to put together in my head.
...

~ Lazy evening, there’s nothing like a good time with nothing to do... ~

I headed towards Olga Dmitrievna’s cabin.

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You are quite late!
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Yeah... I went for a walk to look around the camp.
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Alright. You will be sleeping here.

She pointed her finger at one of the beds.

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Right here?..
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:smug:

I got a bit surprised.

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Yeah, is something wrong? We are out of free cabins anyway.

The camp leader smiled, but I'd rather think it was a smile of politeness.

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You do want to be a decent pioneer, don't you?

There was a clear emphasis on the word 'decent'.

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Yep... Sure...

I got lost in thought for a moment.

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Don’t ya mind it mademoiselle?

She looked at me oddly. With surprise and some kind of offense in her eyes.

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Why won't you tip fedora while you're at it.
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Pioneer should respect the elders!

Olga Dmitrievna said strictly.

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Of course he should, no one argues that...

I've blathered not realising what was wrong.

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Shouldn't you also?..

She stared at me.
Under such a gaze even mithril forged by best dwarf masters from the deepest dungeons would melt.

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Should I what? What's up, tut?

Nuisance and lack of understanding made me talk a level louder.

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You must address adults appropriately!

~ Yes, of course there are a lot of strange things here… But this girl is just a couple years older than me... ~
~ Or maybe even younger... ~

But I decided not to argue – while just a few minutes ago I would never call her adult I have to admit that she was also given a strong character.
And in any case I wasn't in a position to argue.

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As you say... ma'am.

I've mumbled.

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That's way better! This is how a decent pioneer should conduct oneself!
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And now it's time to sleep!

Honestly speaking I wasn't going to become neither a decent nor indecent pioneer.
Just yesterday I wasn't going to become a pioneer at all...

~ But do I have choice now? ~

'No desire – we'll put you down with fire' – this is a motto Olga Dmitrievna was probably going to use.
I went into the bed and closed my eyes only to realise how tired I was after today.
Something hammered in my head awfully as if my brains started a night shift.
And they seemed to be aimed more at rolling the steel than working with something more sensitive.

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So is this shit set in russia in the early 20th century or what? Not gonna read all that banal shit boring text
 

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It seemed like I was in some kind of vacuum, with nothing but nothing around me.
But not only around: I was the only creature in the Universe.
As if the Universe had returned to some state of singularity right before the Big Bang.
And something was just about to happen.

Suddenly I heard a voice.
I could not make out the words, but it sounded familiar.
The voice was whispering something gently, as if lulling.
And then I realized... It was the voice of that stranger girl from the bus. The girl from the dream.

~ But what is she trying to tell me? Who is she?... ~

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Bright sunlight was hitting my eyes.
It was almost noon.
After stretching lazily on the bed and yawning, I started to recall the previous day.
In few seconds, all its events passed before my eyes: the bus, the camp, the local inhabitants.

~ No, that's just wrong! ~

Not this whole situation, not me being here – it was wrong by default – my attitude towards what was happening was wrong.

~ Because yesterday I fell asleep here just like that, and before it, I chatted nicely with the local pioneers, I even managed to come up with jokes! ~
~ How could I be like that in such situation?! ~
~ I should be frightened, startled by every little rustling, should avoid all contact with the potentially hostile creatures. ~

The last day's events were getting hazy, like I had a hangover.

~ This really feels like a morning after a heavy drinking party: the yesterday's natural, flawless, absolutely normal conduct becomes a nightmare in the morning, a grotesque illustration to the 'Divine Comedy'. ~
~ Yes, it's just like that, and I can't change the past now. ~

Then again, I had probably assessed the situation and was acting accordingly.

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You decided to pretend to be normal, remember?

I glanced around, trying to figure out if I had not been thrown somewhere else, but Olga Dmitrievna's cabin looked the same as yesterday.
Everything seemed to be in its place, except for a set of pioneer uniform, which was hanging from the bed-head.
I fumbled with it in distrust and tried it afterwards.

~ Anyway, this is better than walking around in winter clothes. ~
~ Wish I could see myself – bet I look like a clown! ~

And for that, I needed a mirror. At least a tiny one.
And it was finally found on the wardrobe door.

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I never really understood this weird fetish of not drawing eyes of the main character in VNs. Is that supposed to make yourself identify with character more?

I was looking at the newfound pioneer and jumped away in surprise!
There was some teenager on the other side of the mirror!
He resembled me, but he wasn't me!
Where did the week's stubble go, where were the bags under my eyes, the slouch, that deathly fatigue in my face?!

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You call THAT a 'stubble'?

It seemed that I had not been thrown back in time or into a parallel reality, but instead simply changed bodies with someone else.

~ Right, that's real simple! Such things happen every day! ~

I took a closer look at this stranger and only then I realized that it actually was me!
It just wasn't the today's me, maybe the one from between school and university years.

~ Well, at least that's something. ~
~ There you go, the person in extreme situation did fail to notice the elephant in the room.
~ But the camp leader noticed it, and last night she told me off for addressing her without proper respect... ~
~ Ah, screw that! ~

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If the clock was not lying, the breakfast was long over.

~ Oh well, I'll try to find something in the canteen. ~
~ It worked out well yesterday with Slavya, didn't it? ~

These memories made me smile involuntarily.

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~ A beautiful summer day. ~

I had not felt so good in the morning for a few years.
All problems were gone, vanished into the clouds that were white as snow.
Olga Dmitrievna came out of nowhere.

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Morning!

I smiled, doing my best to show that, no matter what, my morning was indeed good.

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You only arrived yesterday, so I decided not to wake you up, but the breakfast...
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Nevermind! Here, take this!

She handed me something wrapped in paper.
Judging by the oily stains, there had to be sandwiches inside.

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Oh, thank you!
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Now go wash yourself!

I was about to leave.

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Wait a second.

Olga Dmitrievna quickly ran into the house and came out to shove a small bag into my hands.
Inside it I found a toothbrush, soap, a small towel and something else – I did not look too closely.

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A pioneer should always be clean and tidy!
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Let me do your neckerchief properly for the first time, yours is dangling. You should do it yourself once you learn how to.
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Do we have to? I am going to wash myself now.

~ Yeah, right, it could hook onto the tap and strangle me... ~

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Fine, later then. And don't forget about the lineup.

~ Pencils, paper, drawing lines... You don't forget such things! ~

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What lineup?
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What do you mean – 'what lineup'?!

She frowned.

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It's Monday today!

~ Weird, my approximations were telling me it's Sunday. ~
~ Then again, a shift in the day of the week is not the worst thing. ~

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Usually we have lineups early in the morning, before breakfast; but it's Monday today, so we are having it at 12 o'clock.
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Don't be late!
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Alright. But where?
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At the square, where else?!

There were no reasons to arguing.
I headed to the 'bathing place'.

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I was not a squeamish person, but nevertheless, standing there, I realized that there was still some minimal level of habitual comfort, which I found troublesome to do without.
It's often like that – when you lose things that you thought were ordinary and common you suddenly understand just how essential they were.

~ Ah, screw this! As if I had any choice. ~

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While washing my hands was not an issue, washing my face and my mouth became a big problem.
There was no toothpaste in the bag, which Olga Dmitrievna gave me.
I could brush my teeth without it, but there was a small round box wrapped into the towel.
'Tooth powder'.

~ Cute! One point for me being somewhere in the past. ~

I washed myself quite quickly, also due to the ice-cold water.
Someone was coming quickly, or more like running towards me.
I turned around.

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This girl would probably look good in anything: pioneer uniform, bikini, and, probably, even in a spacesuit.

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Hey there!
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Ohayo... I mean, wazzu... Good morning! Yeah...
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Oh yeah, real smooth.

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Why didn't you come for breakfast?
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I overslept.

I said it as if I was proud about it.

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But Olga Dmitrievna gave me some sandwiches.
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Oh, great then! Don't forget about the lineup!
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Yeah, sure.

~ As if I could forget. ~

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Right, I gotta run! Enjoy yourself!

She waved me goodbye and disappeared beyond the path's turn.

~ Looks like it's a couple of minutes till the lineup. ~

I should quickly pass by my 'home' to drop my washing bag and eat the sandwiches, and then head to the square.

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It didn’t turn out to be the best idea, because inside I found Olga Dmitrievna...

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I froze on the spot, trying not to breathe.
Finally the camp leader noticed me.

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I looked away immediately.

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Heard about knocking!? Now get out!

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Although I did like the sight.
Olga Dmitrievna followed me out in a minute.

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Here, take this. Now it is your home too.

She handed me a key. I put it in my pocket.

~ Home... ~
~ Of course, if you disregard how phantasmagoric the current events were, this camp was far from being the worst place on Earth, but to call it home... ~
~ Just after one day spent here! ~
~ I doubt I'll ever be able to do. ~

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Alright, let's go, we're late.
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But what about the sandwiches?..
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Just eat it on the way!

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But I cared about nothing but the food.

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Understood?
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Huh?
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You weren't listening!
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Sorry...
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Today is the first day of your new life as a pioneer! And you should do your best so that it becomes a happy life!
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Ah, yeah, definitely...
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I am serious! A pioneer has many duties, great responsibility is conferred to him: to participate in social work, to help the juniors, to study, to study and to study again!
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We all here like one big family. And you will become a part of it.

~ Yeah, a part... I'd even sign a Party membership card, if it could save me from listening to this nonsense. ~

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I hope that after your term here is over, you'll keep the most pleasant memories about our camp.
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Memories that will last your whole life!
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And when will this term end?
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Why do you keep asking silly things?

~ It seems I wont get any information from her. ~

A shame really. This world appears to be so friendly, but it never bothered to introduce itself to me.

~ Perhaps, now I take things somewhat easier than yesterday? ~

It seems like we have some unspoken ceasefire with itit isn't trying to hurt me – but I'm forbidden from asking questions.
Of course, this situation isn't a pleasant one, but what can I do about it? A bad peace is better than a good dispute.

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The most important thing for you now – is to make the best of the time you will spend here.
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I'll do my best.

Honestly, I was very tired from this conversation.
It would be good to know, where is that 'here'! But...

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Pioneers already lined up.

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What, somebody's not here yet?
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Hmm, nope. All here.

She looked around her brave pioneer troops.

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Alright, go stand somewhere.

~ Weird. Why did she tell me there's no more sleeping places? ~

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Few heads away from me stood Electronik, a little further – Lena and Slavya, in the end of the line – Ulyana and Alisa.

~ Everyone I met were here. ~

Olga Dmitrievna spoke about some competitions, and I turned my attention to the monument.

~ 'Genda'... ~

Could not remember any revolutionary with a similar name..
He had a weird posture too – as if he looks around with distrust, maybe contempt, or even disdain.

~ Probably some local leader... ~

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Daydreaming again?

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Olga Dmitrievna stood nearby.

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Still remember the plan for the week?
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The plan?
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The Plan I will never forget!
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Perfect!

She looked at Slavya.

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Did you get it?
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Yes.

Slavya handed me a piece of paper.

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It's a checklist. Here are four positions to check. Do it all today.
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Before you start, sign up for a club. There are some clubs in the clubhouse, and a musical club in the separate building.
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Then, visit the infirmary.
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And finally, visit the library.
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Got it?
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Yes.

Checklist seemed like a good chance of finding out something, since I had to go to places I haven't been before.

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Then come on, start right now.
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What about lunch?
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Don't worry! I'll bring you more sandwitches. Checklist is more important!
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Good luck.

They went away fast enough for me not to ask anything else.

~ Missed breakfast, now I'll miss lunch too. ~
~ This ain't good. ~
~ Maybe I'll manage it in time somehow? ~
~ Lunch starts at 1 pm. Then again if I'll go there I might miss a place from the checklist. ~
~ Okay, it's too early to go to the canteen anyway! ~

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Alright then, let's do as Olga said. Club house first.

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To tell the truth, I never really liked extracurricular activities.
At school I used to find any excuse to skip extra classes. At the university I had no interest to participate in the student council.
I was not interested in boxing, aeromodelling or sewing.
So I came here just to check the box.

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I found myself in something like a hut of a junior robot enthusiast: there were wires and simple printed circuits scattered everywhere, chips, and on the table proudly stood an oscillograph.
I heard voices from another room, and then two pioneers appeared.

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Great, Pinky and the Brain...
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Hi, Semyon! We've been expecting you.

~ It seems he knows everything about everyone... ~

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Why were you expecting me?
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Well of course because you came to sign in to our club of cybernetics, didn't you?

He didn't let me answer.

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And this is Shurik, he's in charge here!
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I assume there's only two of you in the club?
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Well, you can say that it's three now.

Shurik came to me and assertively offered his hand.
His face was somewhat familiar.

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Welcome to the Club!
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Yep...
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Now, I'll show you around! Make yourself at home.
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Err, guys, I just wanted to...
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We're always welcoming new members.

He said it in such a way that I suddenly got an anthem of Soviet Union playing in my head.
It's amazing, I even remembered the words – in the first grade I had a copybook with the text on the back.

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Uh, no, I just wanted to sign my checklist.
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Yep, you sign in to the club, we'll sign your checklist.

He grinned.
I was getting ready to a long and boring argument, but then I heard someone enter.

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Ah, Semyon! I hope they're not giving you any trouble?

She narrowed her eyes, looking at the future of motherland's robotic industry.

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I know these two – they can!
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Well, you know, actually I just need to sign my checklist...

I decided to take advantage of the situation.

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No problem, give it to me.

Slavya took the paper and stepped up to Shurik.

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Sign it!
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Hold on, we haven't done yet...
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Done! Sign it now!

She gave Shurik such a threatening look that made him lost every possible objection.
He wrote some squigglees at the checklist, and I thanked Slavya, then moved on with the mellow mood.

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Let's check the music club, hopefully it won;t be sausage fest as well...

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I opened the door and came in without hesitation.

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I've spent some time looking closely at every instrument, wanted to guess the time period they are from, but suddenly I heard the crawling sound coming from underneath the piano.

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Hello there :smug:

She was standing on all fours in such a suggestive pose that I hesitated to talk at first.

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Excuse me...

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- BANG -
She tried to stand up but the piano's bottom prevented her from doing that.

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Ouch!

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Sorry, I scared you...
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It's nothing! Oh, you got a checklist, you must be new here?
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Ah? Yes.
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My name is Miku.
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No, really, I am serious! Nobody believes me, it's my real name. My mother is Japaneese. My dad met her when he was building... Well it wasn't him who was building, he's an engineer... And he was working on a nuclear powerplant there! Or a dam... Or a bridge?... Whatever!
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Great, all we need now is 'Wahaha~' every second sentence.

She was talking so fast she just swallowed half of the words she tried to pronounce.

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I'm Semyon.
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Great! Want to be in our club? It's only me here now, but it will be two of us then! Do you play anything?

It's when I became antisocial that I bought a guitar and learned a few chords, but then I forgot about it – as I quit everything that required more than a couple of hours to learn.

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You know, I wasn't planning to do anything like that really...
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Oh it's ok, I'll teach you! Maybe a trumpet, for example? How about a violin? I know it all, honestly!

There was no point in arguing with an orchestra-girl, since there was only another cascade of words waiting to blast at me.

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Hey, I'll think about it, can you just sign it for now?
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Yes-yes, sure, give it to me! Be sure to come around! I sing too! I'll sing you some Japanese folk songs. Or maybe if you're not into that, something more contemporary?
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Suuure... thanks, gotta go now!
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Of course, come any time...

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It may be nice to hang around with a guitar in the evening, but in such a company...

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:negative:

She eyed me suspiciously.

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Why you came?
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The checklist...
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Signed it?
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Yes...
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Then move it!

Alisa went inside, and I hurried to leave the place.

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Next up - infirmary.

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My health was fine, the fresh local air clearly did me some good – I felt fresher than usual.

~ But I just have to visit it. ~

I entered.

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HELLOOOOOO NURSE :bounce::bounce::bounce:

She gazed at me, intently and estimatingly, while continuing to write something.

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Well, hello.. pioneer.

Said the nurse without being distracted from her work.

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Good afternoon, ma'am... I have something...
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Sit down, please.

I looked around the room.

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On the couch.

I sat down.

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Strip down.

She said all of it with an even tone.

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What for?..
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To inspect, to auscultate, other health checks you know.
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By the way, my name is Violetta, but you can call me Viola.

She turned to me.

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What are you sitting for? Strip down.
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But I have no health issues. I’ve got this...

I neatly gave her the paper.

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Later.
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:yeah:

She took the stethoscope off her neck and it seemed like she intended to dissect me with it.
But then someone knocked on the door.

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:rage:

The nurse answered unwillingly:

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Come in!

In a moment the door opened widely and Elektronik rushed inside.

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There was a massive bruise under Elektronik's eye.

~ I doubt that this could be a football injury. ~

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Sit down, I'll have a look.

She said to him.

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And you, pass me your checklist.

Nurse quickly signed it and continued:

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If something hurts – immediately come to me... pioneer.
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:salute:

I decided not to answer and came out, closing door behind me.

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Only library left. Maybe we'll meet Lena there.

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So I better hurry up with this 'checkpoint'.

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It was very vivid.
I'm 7 or 8 years old, we're in library with my mother.
While she's looking through the books I might need for my studies I'm sitting in the corner and looking through their collection of comic books.
Back then I didn't know why they had so many, and why couldn't I take some with me.
A notion of collective property was something my mind hadn't grasped at that age yet.
However, back then whole concept of property was pretty hazy to me.

This memory seemed even stranger now, while I was standing in this particular camp, where they might have managed to build communism 'in three years'.
Soviet symbolics was all over the place, shelves were full of related literature.
Of course I wasn't planning to read any of these. Getting acquainted with a full collection of books by Marx was the last thing on Earth I would think of.

~ Where is the librarian? ~

I didn't spend much time looking for her.

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She was snoring so peacefully, I couldn't just wake her up.

~ I can wait. If she won't wake up in half hour, maybe then... ~

I couldn't just sit there, so I took a random book from the nearest bookshelf.
Arthur Schopenhauer, 'The World as Will and Representation'.
I opened it roughly in the middle and started reading:

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Someone knocked on the door.
I closed the book quickly and put it back on its place.

~ What a nice habit – to knock on the door. I should pick it up. ~

It was Lena.

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Hi!

I smiled.

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Hi, I, uh, just wanted to return a book...

She had 'Gone with the Wind' that I saw yesterday.

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Oh, Zhenya is sleeping, I'll come back later...
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I'm awake.

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She eyed me closely from behind her table.

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What is it you wanted?
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I need you to check here...
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Give it here.

She quickly signed the paper and gave it back to me.
She had this look on her face that made me want to keep quiet.
Lena came up to her to return her book, I thanked Zhenya and went out.

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Doesn't look like a good role model for a perfect pioneer that she was planning to turn me into.
I wonder if her responsibilities extend beyond holding fiery speeches on a lineup, scolding Ulyana and getting involved into my moral, physical and ideological growth.

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Here...

I offered her my checklist.
She placed it in her pocket without even looking at the signatures.

~ Great! I could have signed it myself without going anywhere. ~

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Perfect! So, did you meet our nurse?
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Oh yes :bounce:
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Yes...

For some reason, her question sent shivers down my spine.

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Which club have you signed up for?
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I didn't... I need to think first.
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That's a pity. It is vital for you to sign in somewhere tomorrow!

~ Of course, sure! ~

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Right. It's time to go to dinner.

~ About time! I was getting hungry. ~

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I looked at the sky and noticed that sun was already setting.

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