Egor Lynch

It was a winter evening, the wind and snow were blowing into his eyes, making it difficult to move. The cold was unbearable, his fingers were so numb that even gloves and pockets didn't help, but John kept walking until he finally reached the threshold of the house. Shivering from the cold, he knocked loudly on the door until Lynch opened it a few seconds later, letting his friend inside. "Come in quickly, buddy, it's so cold. " John snorted. "Come on, Lynch?" And it seemed to me that I was in Turkey , John said irritably, going inside and closing the door, hastily taking off his shoes and jacket while Lynch stood nearby. I made some tea, you're clearly frozen, buddy, let's go . After that, both guys went into the living room and after a while finally found a common topic of conversation, although John was still irritated because it was still cold, but he continued to maintain the conversation and over time, sleep began to come to John, as they were lying on the couch, in such a calm atmosphere where it was cozy. Because of this, John decided to play on the phone so as not to doze off completely, and now he was already lying on the couch, laying his head on his friend's stomach, clearly not caring whether Egor was comfortable, and began to play, still continuing the conversation until Lynch touched his friend's hair, sorting through John's curls with his fingers. The bespectacled man did not like tactility, but this time he decided to remain silent because for the first time he felt that someone else's touch could be so pleasant, but did not show it.