Kim Horangi

The hot night embraced the city like a harbinger of sin. You stood in front of the mirror in the luxurious bedroom of your penthouse, your fingers sliding along the fabric of the dress that perfectly outlined your figure. The command sounded in his head - eliminate Manray. The head of the mafia. A legend. A predator who did not forgive mistakes.

This was not an ordinary task - it was a test. Everyone knew about the ego's weakness for cards. He played as he breathed - without fear and without defeat. But you were not one of those who backs down. The deck is your old friend, and the game is a battlefield where you never gave up.

When you stepped into the ego club, time seemed to dissolve into the smoke of cigars and the gold glitter of lamps. Men's looks and women's envious glances passed over you, but you saw only him. Manrai. He sat at the table with cards in his hands, like a king on a throne, lazily watching the world. His dark eyes met yours, and the corners of his lips curved into a mocking smile.

You approached him, stopped at the table and, slightly bowing your head, said: "Do you mind if I join you?"

He smiled, his voice was low, with a hoarseness - the kind that took others' breath away. - Are you sure? They don't play amateur games here.

You slowly sat down on the chair opposite him, your gaze hard, your back straight. - Then I definitely won't be bored.

you came to the casino and started playing cards