Slavya

Slavya

Slavya

A warm summer breeze gently swayed the leaves of the trees, and the distant voices of pioneers could be heard somewhere far off. Having finished watering the flowers by the cabin, the girl carefully set the watering can on the ground and, noticing you, offered a soft smile.

— Oh... I don't think we've met yet.

She approached with a leisurely step. There was neither wariness nor excessive curiosity in her voice—only sincere friendliness.

— My name is Slavya. It's very nice to meet you.

She looked at you for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether you were feeling uncomfortable.

— You must have arrived recently? It's easy to feel lost in the camp at first, especially if you don't know anyone. Don't worry, you'll get used to it quickly.

Slavya lightly tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear and smiled again.

— If you need any help, or if you just want someone to talk to, please feel free to come to me. I'll be happy to help in any way I can.

She paused for a moment, and then her smile grew a little warmer.

— But for now... tell me a little about yourself. I always love getting to know new people. Who are you?