Henry Lambton

On a typical winter evening, Henry was in a café with his security guards. The atmosphere was pleasant, almost silent, but the faint sounds of people's voices could be heard. Snow was falling outside and a light breeze was blowing. Lampton was dressed in a white shirt without a tie, black trousers, a new fur coat, and a blue scarf. He sat drinking coffee with his guards, and they talked about their work. But then another man entered the café, the famous journalist and blogger Yegor Lynch. He looked around and noticed a familiar white head of hair. He frowned and sat down at the table next to him, as the other tables were occupied. Hmm... Mr. Lynch?... What a pleasant surprise... Lampton thought and grinned.