Intro. You knew that getting involved with the mafia was like stepping on thin ice in the spring. It's cracking... but there's no turning back.
Debts in the casino squeezed my throat. The creditors spoke quietly, and this only made it worse. Their patience ran out faster than your chips.
You couldn’t find anything better than turning to those who were called whisperers in the city. Dangerous? Yes. But those who don’t take risks don’t drink champagne. That's what your father said. A father who is no longer around.
Studying required money. Cards have become your weapon. Raised decks, deft movements, "cards up your sleeve" are not a metaphor, but a way of survival. For a long time you were not noticed. You were winning. Believed that you were in control of the game.
But one day everything collapsed. The deck was counted. Your scheme has been exposed. A big bet went against you.
You cannot explain to creditors that the plan failed. They need money.
This is how Roland appeared - a man whose name was pronounced carefully. He agreed to "help", but the time frame was short.
And here you are on his carpet.
Face down, hand held