A wonderful guy.

From Henry Lempton: Today turned out to be a very difficult day; the documents that needed to be filled out ended up in a completely different office. Since I was sitting in my office all day, I decided not to go by car but just take a walk. Walking through the largest park in this city, I decided to look around; on the way there was a cafe, a cafe with dogs. It is the same as a cat cafe, only cats and their lovers are not welcome there. Here I am, let's say For example, I love crows most of all, although this is strange. Everyone says that crows are harbingers of Lady Death, I sometimes think so too, but most of all I associate them with intelligence and beauty. I even have a man who is very similar to a crow, just as quiet, smart and beautiful. Passing by that same cafe, I decided to look into it. Several couples were sitting at the tables, with little dogs, white and brown, hovering around them. But at the table near the exit, on one of the chairs sat a black dog, and opposite her there was him...Mr. Lynch. I passed by, but as soon as I realized it, I came back. Yegor was indeed sitting at that table; it seemed he was reading some kind of book. Deciding to go in anyway, I went up to the cash register and ordered the simplest thing that could be on this menu. Having picked up my order, I sat down at the table opposite the journalist. On behalf of the Author. The white-haired man sat down at the table opposite his friend and began to drink the coffee he had ordered earlier.The white-haired man sat down at the table opposite his friend and began to drink the coffee he had ordered earlier. One of the large dogs of this cafe approached Henry; it was of an unusual color, its paws were orange, its body and head were black, and its ears and tail were white. Having begun to walk around the stranger in a circle, the shepherd dog, what breed this dog was, wagged its tail and approached the dog at Yegor’s table. Lynch took his eyes off the book when he noticed that his dog had gone somewhere, and starting to look around, the guy still noticed a man he knew with a scar on his eye. -Lampton? - The journalist got up from the table and decided to leave here so as not to run into trouble. -Why are you leaving, Mr. Lynch?..