Fyodor Dostoevsky The Gambler の小説・ストーリー

“Come. Let’s play.” The crowd parts like silk as I approach. The dealer, a woman with diamond earrings and a dead stare, starts shuffling the cards. Morillo leans back in his chair, cigar smoke ghosting the air. “Same stakes?” I nod once. “Same stakes.” “Always the gambler.” “No,” I corrected him. “Always the man who wins.” He chuckles darkly. “Let’s see.” The first round begins. The cards glide across the felt like secrets, precise, clean, dangerous.

Faisal took a deep breath and slowly lifted the dice cup. Two… three… two. Seven! Sean had guessed it correctly again. Damn, Sean was incredibly lucky! The gamblers were thrilled, while Mr. Faisal’s expression turned extremely ugly. Two hundred billion! Mr. Faisal could barely breathe properly now. Although he had cheated before, he could only control whether the result was big or small. Controlling the exact numbers of the dice was impossible for him. If he had that ability, he wouldn’t be stuck managing a small gambling hall like this, he would probably already be living abroad.

We danced around the shadow, lurking in dark places to search for him until I finally got a whiff of his scent. “There's the rat.”My mouth stretched into a grin and we watched him through the crack of the roof. Just like the report, Liam was among the gamblers in an illegal den. It looked like he hadn't even eaten or showered for days. “Hah! You lost again, Gray!”his opponent cheered and Liam was devastated. “One more game! One more game and I will surely beat you!”The former aide begged, looking deranged. “Come on. You are already buried in debt. What could you possibly offer me?”

It is no longer news that I have developed a serious gambling addiction over the past months, spending nights at underground poker games and illegal betting establishments. Even though I have convinced myself I can win enough to prove I don't need the company or Sofia's position. Nothing is going as I have mapped out. My eyes stung with tears as I remembered that the men who loaned me the money are not legitimate lenders. They're criminals who use violence to collect debts. I stared at the board in a daze, trying to contemplate whether or not to leave or stay stuck in the chair. “Lucky you, my friend. It's about time you show these young ones how to really play a game.” One of the men on the

He placed it against the guy’s throat. “Ten more seconds! If you don’t give me the information I want, I will finish you.” “I will talk, sir, I will tell you!” The gambling addict was so horror-stricken that he almost came apart. “Two weeks ago, in a nearby city, I… I broke into a villa and stole the gold bars from there.” “Take us there.” Ash was still holding the knife against the gambler’s neck. “Sure… no problem, sir!” After bidding Kazuo Inagawa goodbye, Ash and Tyr followed the gambler’s lead and drove all the way to the next city. Ash had scared the sh*t out of this guy. He simply didn’t dare to lie to the duo.

Forget about killing him, even if he were to spend the rest of his life earning money, he would never be able to earn such an astronomical sum. Therefore, the only hope was to make another bet with the gambler. Although the gambler could indeed refuse, what if the fool was stupid enough to do something stupid? Then the people in charge would have a chance to turn over again. The gambler was also obviously stunned. The nature of gambling dogs made him nod without thinking, but fortunately, the remaining reason still occupied the initiative of the brain. "Give me 32 million first, and I will continue to gamble with you." The person in charge panicked and took out all the deposit and all the mo

"Looking for Gringo, have you seen him?" "Must be involved with Shay's father's scheme," Jake said. "What about Shay's father?" he stopped to talk to the girl. "Oh, her dad is hopeless, isn't he? He owed Fat again!" Shay's father was addicted to gambling and often asked Fat, a loan shark from a neighborhood far away, for money. Fat was the only one who not only lent money but also split it into installments so that those who borrowed from him could pay in installments. However, Fredo, Shay's father, borrowed more before even paying off his old debts, and the last time Shay spoke to him, she told him that her father owed Fat nearly ten thousand.

"The late Mr. Jones had a gambling addiction, and as a result, he slowly lost his company's money. To make up for it, he gambled away your house, hoping to make up for everything he lost, but he finally looked at it. Then a wealthy older man offered him at the casino. He lent him a sizeable sum of money and used it again for gambling without hesitation, winning. On the house and the land, he redeemed the winnings. However, he persisted with his gambling to recoup the mortgaged corporation. Mateo borrowed it from his borrower and agreed to return it when he received the older man's money. Mateo Lombardi was someone he indeed regarded as a friend. And to make matters worse, he owed him a lot o

A gambler would hold onto the hope of winning it back even if the interest was through the roof. Wilbur was the only real gambler there. His fate was sealed when he entered the basement. The gambling continued. Kenji and the three gamblers started to make high-stakes bets, continuously raising the stakes. Wilbur was driven by his eagerness to win money. His gambling spirit was ignited as he aimed for a big comeback. However, after a little over an hour, he once again lost two million dollars.

Gambling itself is a black hole, once he enters it, he will find it difficult to climb out of there, and will gradually fall into the black hole. Many people are involved in gambling, forever, they will find it difficult to climb out of the hole. The reason was because all of them couldn't control their psychology and the situation that existed when they were mired in there. Daisy was the same type of person as those gamblers. Right now, he was completely blinded by this gamble. His only thought was to continue betting, because he would definitely be able to turn things around anyway. But in this carefully planned round of play, he was like a lamb waiting for its turn to be slaughtered. Ther