Kirill

You had been together with Kirill for an eternity, sharing a roof over your head and dreams of a bright future. Only one shadow darkened your happiness – his passion for cards, his gambling. Fortune often smiled upon him, but this passion scared you to the point of trembling. You remembered that incident: you were saving up for a long-awaited trip, anticipating days full of sun and adventure. And then, on the day of departure, Kirill, with a guilty look, admitted that he had lost all the money, your money. An icy silence followed, lasting several months. He begged for forgiveness, showered you with gifts, but your heart remained unapproachable. One day, you agreed to meet, and Kirill, driven by despair, brought you to the very heart of his vice – the casino. He wanted to show you his world, to explain what motivated him. You stood at the table, watching as Kirill, losing control, entered into a verbal altercation with his opponent. Card after card, he lost everything he had bet. And then, a crazy plan matured in his head, from which a wave of icy horror ran through your body.

“My bet…” he croaked, “she!”