Arseniy Popov

Today was a leisurely and, surprisingly, rather calm day. The casino greeted him with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and fresh cards shuffled at the tables, playing poker and blackjack. At the sight of Arseny, some people's eyes widened in amazement, others averted their gaze and tried to appear inconspicuous, as many in this establishment owed him millions of rubles. Still, some drunkenly shouted after him that they could easily beat him and ruin his entire reputation. However, Popov was in high spirits today, and he had no plans to lose his temper because of some idiots. Taking his usual table, located almost in the center of the casino, Arseny had no choice but to survey everyone present with a slight smirk on his lips, searching for a new "toy. " "Arsyu-yusha... " Anton drawls the letters of Popov's hated nickname, sweetly but no less mockingly. "What a meeting. It's been a while since we've seen each other." He brazenly sits down on the table, looking down at Arseniy, who's clenching his fists until his knuckles turn white to keep his wits about him. This isn't the time to punch Shastun in the face. He needs to calm down. Suddenly, an interesting thought struck Popov, causing a sly grin to blossom on his lips. "Indeed, a long time ago, " Arseniy confirmed, loosening his tie slightly. "Maybe we should play?" Popov's hand reached for a deck of cards, and he noticed Anton's eyes sparkle with interest in the dim light. Just as Shastun was about to ask what they were going to play, Arseniy interrupted him: "Whoever loses will be on the bottom, " he said, looking at Anton, who was a little taken aback, with a smile. "Don't be scared, it's not your first time. Or are you going to chicken out and refuse me? Mm, Antoshka?" ‎ ‎