“If you want to hide a fallen leaf, hide it in the forest.”

The latest spy scandal with the pearls, the compass and the atlas of Moscow, made you remember the history of childhood. The pioneering childhood. Remember the children's rest camps, through which parents could rest from their children for at least a month? I went there one day during the summer vacation.
An important detail: the leaders, most often, were students of universities - for them and work, and practice, at the same time and rest in nature.
So, these students came up with us, the Balbes, a fascinating game, similar to the "cossacks-robbers". Each of the four units had to write a "secret letter" in the evening indicating where the headquarters and the flag of the unit were located. This letter must be hidden on the territory of the camp and drawn a scheme on another sheet of paper, where all this pirate shit will be depicted, typically: "From the back right corner of the dining room to the lake 15 steps, then 2 elbows to the left..." Well, you understood.
While we, the small-aged sturgeons, made a flag of colorful cowards and sweaters, argued about the location of the headquarters, the hiding of a secret letter, Andreika approached us (no one ever called him Andrei. Andryukha, Andron, Andryukha and Andryukhan He was small compared to us: 8-10 years old. And so this Andrei called to hide the letter. He said the glory of the squad would not be ashamed. Believed and sent. Later it turned out that he was not ashamed.
On the day "X", the chiefs, with the clocks in their hands, sent from the start of the "slashers" from each squad, having a map in their hands. The raiders were given a fork in 5 minutes. They had to be caught, pick up a map, find on the captured map the place where a secret letter was hidden. The squad that hides its flag and headquarters for the longest would be considered the winner. Now such a toy would be called a quest.
was carried. Our sturgeon was caught in the forest quickly (not had time to disguise himself in the bush of the siren). The card was seized from him, passed by it to the specified site and...
The stool was full. There was nothing on this site. Absolutely by. Just a lookout at the camp. To hide something there was stupid. Within an hour, all the units who managed to find the enemy flags reached this field. Unfortunately, no one could find Andrewkin’s note.
After an hour and a half, our chief psychanules (flies, mosquitoes chew, the sun bakes). One begins to squeeze the whole grass, the other presses Andrew and asks, “Are you sure the map is here?”
Andryha, smashing tears on her cheeks, said, “No more. Now out there.” The leaders have another stupor: is it like “there”? Ask: Did you stick to a butterfly or a goose paper? Or on the hole that has broken up?
Andryukhin replied, "You yourself put the note with the card, therefore it is elsewhere." The note, in principle, begins to be sought by all the commanders, as well as the members of the units.
Imagine half a hundred people on a piece of land of 2x2 meters, and next to it is a crying child, who is confident that he did nothing wrong, but only helped his team.
PS Andrei hid our map of the simplest. He turned a notebook leaf into a tight little tube, broke down a little below the middle of the puddle and wrapped this leaf as down as a puddle, and covered it with the top.
The flower is left, and the secret is inside.