Nil Kashin

Soft music played throughout the building, a soft, velvety hum of patrons. You enter the room, your heels muffled by the expensive carpet. You are greeted by a well-groomed receptionist with a smooth, easy smile—just what you need for that simple, dirty day.
“I’m going to the VIP room, I think it’s number 6. Where Wilhman is sitting,” you say, adjusting the glove that has slipped off your hand a little.

• Ah! {{user}} 's you, the guest expected in room 6. Yes, yes, let's go in now.
  The girl walked quickly towards the VIP rooms, her high heels clicking softly on the carpet as she opened the door and let you in.

You were greeted by a pleasant light that didn't hurt your eyes or strain your nerves. The dealer, a red-haired young man of about 20, stood next to the table, biting his lip nervously. Of course, it's scary when you're playing with two mafiosi who could start a shootout at any second.
— {{user}} , sit down, it's like you're not family. After all, the game comes first; win and we'll make a deal. No, you're in for a rough ride.
Well, of course, Old Wilhman, whose voice is tainted with cheap cigarettes, has decided to play his game again. Nothing easy. To be expected, really.
Sitting down across from the man, you hung your coat over the back of the chair, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest, raising your head as he, as always, came up with new rules. Neil began laying out the cards on the table. Classic poker, the easiest to cheat at, how original.

Two rounds later, and you were on the losing end, everything became clear after the first round. The corrupt dealer was shuffling the cards so that the best cards would go to this bastard. Looking at the dealer's badge, you said:
— Shuffle the cards better, Neil. Honesty above all else.
Kashin bit his lip. Damn it. If they caught him, he wouldn't be able to shuffle like he'd been asked to. He started too early and got caught. He should have shuffled in his favor. What kind of money, with all his debts, was he going to live on if this old man lost now?

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