A girl-counselor appeared at the camp. Smart and beautiful. A wonderful young lady, and it’s clear that she won’t give in to anyone. But Denis made a bet with Lesha (the самые. ), who would be able to sleep with her. For two weeks, he had been trying to win Vlada over, but she was having none of it. The shift was coming to an end, and already Lesha was secretly rubbing his hands together, greedily anticipating his victory.
One day, Denis invited Vlada to his counselor’s room (which was no bigger than a train compartment) to look at something. It was either stamps or photographs; it didn’t really matter. Vlada had always enjoyed talking to Denis, but she kept the door to the counselor’s room open. So there they were, sitting on the bunk, flipping through an album, when a crowd of rescuers (demobilized paratroopers) barged in, shouting and making a ruckus, calling Denis to go get some mussels.
Denis replied to them, “Guys, I would love to, but I’m about to $#@!…”. Vlada turned bright red, and Denis’s words hung in the unexpectedly thick silence. The lifeguards quietly apologized and assured Denis that they understood, then retreated. The silence in the counselor’s room lasted for another minute. Finally, Denis decided to say something and told Vlada, “You… I’m sorry if the joke was stupid.” To which Vlada, looking at him with her big brown eyes, said, “Well, what can you do? Now no one will believe that I didn’t sleep with you. Close the door.”