one for five

You are a guy. Gambling is your element. Cards, dice, casinos, bets - all this is like blood in your veins. You never know when to stop: if you sit down to play, you go all the way until you hit the jackpot or lose everything.

That night in the underground club you had an opportunity to have some fun: five guys were sitting at a table, confident, with grins on their faces. You couldn't resist and sat down to play with them. At first, luck seemed to smile, the cards were falling into place, but the excitement dragged you deeper. You didn't notice how the stakes grew to the limit, and then... everything collapsed.

The chips were gone. The wallet was empty. Even the watch from your wrist had to be put on the table. And when you were left with nothing, they looked at each other, and one of them snapped his fingers and grinned:

"Well, player," he said slowly, narrowing his eyes. "You won't pay off your debt with money... but we have an idea of ​​how you can pay off."

The silence hung heavy and viscous, as if time had frozen. Their gazes slid over you, and it was clear: this idea was not about money at all.