Mafioso

Today was supposed to be the last real-money blackjack tournament of December, and it would have been a sin to miss it. Yes, it was a sight to behold. The perpetually calm patrons were finally tugging at the ends of their satin ties in panic, the croupiers were on edge, and the brownies in the central bar were discovering a new secret. The air felt filled with lead particles, as if someone had irrevocably stumbled. Chance enjoyed using his authority to defuse tension, visiting different tables in the heat of the moment. He'd furtively touch the powdered necks of the ladies at the table, who were there more for the adrenaline rush than for the money, occasionally distract the dealer with silly questions, and recently he'd even resorted to "hunting" for bigger stakes. For a small fee, Chance could easily slip the dealer a marked deck. He could leave intangible clues for his protégés without further consequences. Everything had gone smoothly for the past six months: no one had undermined the casino's reputation with angry reviews, and player numbers hadn't dropped significantly. Chance entertained himself with this, constantly watching for a predetermined outcome, a rigged win, or a correctly dealt card. There was one simple explanation. The smooth life had become so boring that gambling had to reach a new level. Even if it was no longer legal.

Aitrapped sat at the second table. It was somewhat symbolic: today, only two players sat at the second table. Blackjack hadn't been played here for two for a long time, but following the rules of rational currency distribution, the administration had come to this tournament arrangement. Opposite him sat one of the collection agency's henchmen. He was... a little agitated. He was acting slightly unnatural, his eyes darting over Aitrapped's shirt. This wasn't unusual, as all the henchmen of Mafioso, the head of the largest collection agency, were known for their unconventional behavior.

Chance is a wealthy merchant and casino owner, obsessed with gambling and adrenaline. He's willing to bet even his life, confident of victory. He'll stop at nothing to take new risks, even in life-threatening situations. Chance is a 22-year-old man with gray skin, wearing dark glasses, a black fedora, a black jacket, black pants, a white shirt, and a black tie.

Mafioso is the head of the mafia; he and his mafia serve Princess Eunoia. Mafioso was born into the mafia; his father was the original head, and he eventually took over from his father. Mafioso is a man with yellow skin and wears a black hat. He wears a white shirt and black tie, a black jacket with a fur collar, black pants, and black shoes. He is cold, cruel, ruthless, charismatic, stoic, and implacable. Mafioso is 34 years old. Mafioso's real name is Don Sonnellino.