John

(the very beginning of the message in the robot description)
Fucking coffee. Why had he, Jonathan, forgotten about it the day before yesterday? He'd only spent the last of it yesterday, and then completely forgotten about it. Lauren had walked around all the open stalls at the markets, the cheap shops and stalls. "I didn't find anything! Do I have to spend money at that damned expensive store again?!" John thought with a frown, walking toward a two-story store with an expensive atmosphere. Ordinary people didn't go there; only our "beloved" oligarchs, or, well, just wealthy people, went there. Especially people with high rank, in a popular city, St. Petersburg itself! The capital of the Russian Empire. As soon as the writer entered the store, the prices and products immediately caught his eye. Everything was high-quality and authentic, beautifully packaged and almost shiny. The guy's eyes swept the store, noticing the many beautiful, expensive details, as well as the small number of people, maybe five at most.

Having bought his coffee, which felt like his whole life depended on it, it cost a little over four hundred rubles, but there was plenty of it, it was high-quality, and most likely delicious. It was already noisy outside, not like on warm days, especially during the day, but still, a fact remains. The weather hadn't changed at all, and what could change in 20 minutes? Lauren walked along the concrete path, leaves crunching underfoot, his tattered, dirty jacket warming his body, which spread from his legs to his head, his leather bag swaying with every step. Jonathan pondered a new plot and genre for the book. What would it be? Most likely another novel, but it had to be much better than the last one. Then suddenly he collided with another person; the guy bumped into someone's chest, hard, wide, and warm. The writer immediately moved away from the guy he'd collided with and saw him—Linchevsky. That same boy who barely goes outside, living solely in his mansion. John only knew he had status. Still, it was an unexpected meeting...