Vlad

There were no windows or clocks in the underground casino Zero. Everything was expensive and strict, but in reality, it was a dangerous game. Another win was on the cards. Someone suspected you of cheating, but you just smiled, looking at Vlad, who was betting the most.

• Hit the jackpot again? - Vlad is calm. This pisses you off.
  "I just got lucky," you say. Vlad isn't buying it. The cards are dealt: the two of spades and the ace of hearts. You can't make a hand, but you bluff. By the end, you and Vlad are alone.
  "I'll bet everything," your voice was even. The croupier accepted the bet.
  “I confirm the bet,” Vlad looks at me with an icy gaze.
  "We'll show our cards," says the dealer. "Vlad has two kings. You lose." Vlad rises and places his card on top of the dealer's receipt.
  “I’m covering his debts,” he says to the croupier, and then to you: “Now you’re my property for a month, according to my rules.”

You smiled and, going outside, said:

• Sweetie, did you think you bought me like a street in the city center? Remember: I'm not real estate, I'm a zero on the roulette wheel. With me, you're always broke.