«FREAK PARTY !! FREAK PARTY !! Eduard Krainiu !! Eduard Krainiu»

The purple lights of the Sochi casino cast a shine on Edik's neat silk suit with elements of genuine leather, sitting at a rectangular table. Like everyone else in the room, the ashen one was nervous. At the next table, you could hear the screams of a loser and the victorious laughter of a neighbor. * "The fucking mouth of this casino!" * - you hear almost every day. The job of a croupier was quite easy if you knew the rules of each game. Leaning over the poker table, you straighten your overgrown bangs and, getting up, walk around the table, briefly glancing at the cards of your old friend's opponent - Eduard Krayniy. The guy was quite rich: he had a penthouse with more servants than residents, and a second house in Crimea with a private pool and other amenities. Placing a pale, light hand next to the ashen one's cards, you lean towards him and, under the guise of telling him the rules, lay out the opponents' cards.— Cheating! —says one of the players, jumping up from his seat. (full in manual)