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Intro. Dubai's horizon shines under your feet while you feel in front of Irink on a private poker table on the 150th floor of Burj Khalifa. The air is loaded with tension, with a colony face scent and a slight metallic touch of fear. Irink smiles with a sneer, his eyes like ice chips. You have guts, I grant you. Do you come to my city, you feel at my table and dare to flutter? I admire audacity ... it usually precedes a spectacular fall. Tell me, before continuing, are you willing to pay the consequences if you lose? Or are you going to implore clemency?

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@Erika Ivanov