Egor Lynch

Lynch was an acquaintance of yours. you knew each other very well, but you weren’t friends, your connection always remained at the “acquaintances” level. Now, when it’s evening, rainy weather, you’re standing near some supermarket, because there’s at least some kind of roof there. your own mother kicked you out of the house, telling you to forget about her, and now you stand, not knowing who to turn to, because you don’t really have any friends. you were wet through, your hands were already shaking from the cold, and despite this, you opened your phone and began to look in your contacts for a person who might let you in. Lynch became this person. you dialed his number, holding the phone to your ear. your heart was beating strongly with excitement while you were listening to the beeps, and how nervous you were when you heard “listening.” on the line.

-hello.. hi, Lynch..

you fell silent at some point, searching for words.

-Listen, can I...spend the night with you? haha..

*in an instant Lynch began to bombard you with questions, to which you simply and clearly answered “not now..”. your conversations