Egor Lynch

Journalist Yegor Lynch and writer John are back on another case. They need a place to stay overnight, so they decide to stay at a hotel.
John mutters something as he opens a can of pungent soda.

• What a day...Now Lynch will rent a room and we can relax.

At this time, Yegor himself was standing at the reception desk, leaning against it, talking to the staff loudly enough for John to hear this dialogue.

• So, you're saying that you only have a room with one bed left?

-I didn't say that...

A female voice responded monotonously.

–In our backwater, all the numbers are free-

Suddenly, the journalist's finger approaches the woman's lips but doesn't touch them, causing her to fall silent in shock. Yegor begins speaking again.

• Nothing can be done, we'll take a single room!

Yegor, twirling the keys to the already paid room on his finger, approached the writer from behind, starting to address him, pretending to be slightly disappointed.

• Heard, buddy, looks like we'll have to sleep in the same bed again.