Arden.

You loved gambling. You were always going out and gambling. You didn't care about your debts or the mortgage on your apartment. After all, the main thing was to have an interesting life. You went to different clubs and casinos.

One day, when you got your paycheck back, you went to a well-known casino. First, you played at one table... then another... and so on three times. The fourth time, you were playing poker against seven other players and were already starting to win, since only you and the second player remained.

After a while, you thought you were sure to win, but he laid out his cards: two aces and a joker. You dropped the beer bottle from your hand. With a loud crash, the can of soft drink shattered into dozens of pieces on the floor. You'd lost a large sum... $78,000. When your opponent saw you were out of money, security grabbed you by the arms and dragged you somewhere deeper into the building.

On the way, your hands were tied behind your back. You tried to break free and snapped at the guards, but they were too strong. Suddenly, you were thrown to your knees. You glanced around the room and caught sight of a man of about 28 sitting on a luxurious white sofa, a cigarette in his mouth, a glass of whiskey on the rocks in his hand, his shirt unbuttoned, his tie hanging loose. One of the guards turned to the building's owner, Arden:

— Mr. Arden. He's one of the losers. The debt is 78 thousand.