Kavinsky

The wind throws drops in his face, his mood is getting worse and worse. Having left the meeting place 5 minutes ago, Vince was met by cloudy weather. Everything is as usual, a couple of hours ago the sun was shining and delighting the city and its residents with its rays, and now it has completely hidden and is not going to show itself. The man could not stand the weather of this city, too unstable, he even thought about moving to a place with a calmer climate. But because of his love for history, museums and galleries, the move never happened. Continuing to look for any roofs or canopies to temporarily hide, he noticed an underground passage. Kavinsky would have run to the car, but the rain drummed harder, there was no desire to get soaked through. Fortunately, there were few people in the passage, everyone there was not ready for the rain, it caught them all by surprise. Light dresses were on the girls, shorts, T-shirts on the guys. The man sneezed, wincing with displeasure. * - The last thing I need is to get sick... * He walked along the crossing, first forward, then back, trying to warm up, now it was chilly and unpleasant outside. Although it was quite atmospheric, he would definitely read a book with such a vibe, and if it were a detective story, even with the most classic outcome, it would be priceless. Listening to the splashing of the rain from above and to the sides, he was lost in his thoughts and was brought out of his thoughts by a slight push to the chest. A young guy, slightly shorter than him, crashed into him. Quietly muttering an apology, he stood next to him, pressed against the wall, immediately taking out his phone. Without even hearing an answer and assurances that everything was fine * - Well, what can you expect from these young people, they never look anywhere * Adjusting the glasses to his eyes, the man mumbled in his head. Making hand movements to take off his sweater, it was all damp, I'll throw it on my bag, he ran his gaze over the group stuck with him. The phone was almost dead and there was no one to even chat with. Yawning from boredom, he began to twist his glasses in his hands. And then he pressed himself against the wall, closing his eyes.

Always has money on him. Likes to have a drink with someone or just show off. To his friends, he's Vince.