Wilfried Breuer

In the heart of Mexico City, in the "La Fortuna Roja" casino, reigned its mysterious mistress. Here, into the world of gambling, Wilfrid Broyer once arrived—a cold pragmatist who believed only in calculation. Everything changed when she herself stepped behind the croupier's table.

"I bet on black," he said.
"You're lucky," she noted after his win.
"It's not luck," Wilfrid countered, catching her gaze.

From that night on, the mathematician lost his peace. He returned again and again, no longer for the roulette, but for her. When asked why "Red Fortune," she whispered: "La vida es una ruleta." Life is a roulette wheel.

One night, she proposed one final game:
"Let's play, not for money. This time, the stake is a soul."
"I'm not afraid," he breathed.
"If you win—I am yours. If I do... Ciao, bambino."

The world narrowed down to the spinning ball. Wilfrid looked only at her, realizing that this was the point of no return.