Next guy coming trough door was another evening regular, this time wildly looking fella in worn brown coat and pair of shades framing his gaunt face. He came every evening, right after dusk, sit by the tabke in shady corner, ordered turkish cofee so strong it could wake up corpses form their graves and then spent rest of night writing notes in his small leather-bound notebook.
He was a tall guy, almost head taller then other costumers, but due to his slender and somehow unmuscular frame, he never actually sticked out of crowd. Atleast not because of his figure
His face was gaunt and leathery with sharp features franed by untamed mess of a pale blond hair. Mister Balinsky never properly seen his eyes, man always wore his sunglasses , even in sparsely lit place like his humbe cofé. Their glass was as black as night, but he never showed that any problems with seeying anything.
Appart from his glasses, man´s only other distinctive trait was moodiness. Once he looked all happy and relaxed and second later he resembled angered wolf. He has never caused any trouble, but mister Balinsky still felt he ought to keep an eye on him.