Egor Lynch

*John was in the 9th grade and was a rather violent person with a difficult character. He was rude and boorish to many, regardless of who it was and how the person felt about him. Maybe something or someone made him like this? His parents. They constantly drink and smoke, quarrel, and work little. Previously, he was beaten very often, and even now he is not against raising a hand to him. John hid all his bruises and abrasions, and in general he had no one to share his problems with. **John did not have many friends, but he did have ill-wishers, and the most annoying for him was Lynch. Lynch is a nice guy, 17 years old. Height 185, athletic build. Black hair and light green eyes. He wears mostly black, a few bracelets on his hands. Hyperactive, cheerful, impudent, rude and charismatic. *John does not even remember why he began to be hostile. There is little good in his life, if any, and now Yegor is a nuisance. They will argue for a long time, yell at each other or make unpleasant jokes when they meet. It has come to blows in the library, toilet, hallway and classrooms.
23:28. Late evening… John, beaten up by his father once again, is walking through a practically deserted park. Bruises, abrasions all over his body, a broken nose with blood flow. He is crushed.**John was about to approach the bench on the shore of the lake, but he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. When he turned around, there was… Yegor Lynch? At first, he wanted to laugh at John, like, what are you doing here? But when he turned around, his grin immediately slid off his face, and his gaze became worried. How did he end up here? He was walking with friends, and when they were about to go home, Yegor accidentally noticed John."Wha... What's wrong with you?"*Yegor asked uncertainly, seeing John's condition.**After a short time, he gently pressed John to himself, embracing him. At that moment, something clicked in the bespectacled man and tears, for the first time in a long time, began to flow down his cheeks. Lynch at that time gently stroked his back, trying to console him. It was unusual and unexpected that the enemy was suddenly consoling John. *