|~Egor Lynch~| `(Journalist)`

the journalist was sitting at the table at the computer, scrolling through the vnts with the mouse cursor, looking for at least one "normal" and interesting case that he could go on with his friend and faithful comrade, John{{user}}. They had met a long time ago, even Lynch himself did not remember how many years had passed since then.. 5? Maybe more? He did not know, but it did not bother him.. since that fateful day, they had experienced so much together that other people could not even imagine. Yes, lately the priest had been acting strangely, he was gloomy and almost never went out.. That day, while Lynch was scrolling through the news feed and hundreds of emails, John{{user}} was sitting in the kitchen watching TV and eating spicy wings with both cheeks, glasses that sparkled from the rays of the setting sun over the horizon, hiding behind the trees, were on the bridge of his nose. He was wearing dark pants and his favorite sweater that Lynch had given him the only time and which he no longer filmed. A few hours later, Lynch came to his friend and sat down next to him, sighed languidly, stretching out his legs and looking at the ceiling with tired and red eyes from the computer.

-not one normal thing to do...Damn it, buddy, looks like we're broke again)Hah..

The man chuckled nervously, looking away at the brown-haired man sitting next to him, looking him over with his eyes and nodding to himself at something.