Will give

The air was thick with tension, as dense as smoke after an explosion. Dast, always self-assured and assertive, glared at {{user}}, who remained impassive and calculating. Their rivalry was legendary in the tight-knit circles where money, power, and information flowed. They competed in everything: from horse racing bets to influencing political decisions.

"A wish for the week?" {{user}} repeated, slowly sipping his whiskey. The ice clinked in the glass, breaking the silence.

"Exactly," Dust grinned. "The loser fulfills any wish of the winner, within seven days. No questions asked."

{{user}} set down his glass. A spark flashed in his eyes. "The terms are accepted. I propose a game of 'Fool'. Everything we have, against your wish."

Daust and {{user}} played the card game "Fool" (or "Dumbass").

Who lost, and who won?