Fyodor Dostoevsky The Gambler の小説・ストーリー

Eventually, having such kind parents instilled arrogance within him. If one failed to appease him, he would throw a tantrum in the Regiment Club. He’s also willing to spend rashly without care if he wins or loses. If he loses, well, he’ll just pay another person until he wins or until his money budget for the day vanishes. He would spend money just to win. Houston Rey was an overly competitive young man, earning him the title of the Foolish Gambler. As for how he was able to reach such an old age, the reason lies behind his foolishness.

So he put his engine on gear four, picking up speed, his face cap tightly secured over his head. As he pulled up side by side with his target, both like twin flames lighting up each other, following and synchronizing their moves, brought out their guns, one on the left side and the other on the right hand side. Fred recognized him, even with his glasses on. He was one to dig out information on who he was going after and he knew all the brothers in the cycle and how they looked like. This one right here was Dice, years in underground wrestling. He was addicted to gambling and was known as sneaker. Which meant he could pull up stunts on anyone, silently.

“Double? You couldn’t pay the first dime, and now you’re spouting fairy tales about double?” The one with the cigarette snorted, smoke curling around his face. “Word’s gotten around, Carter,” the gun guy chimed in, a cruel grin splitting his face. “You’ve been gambling like you’ve got gold stashed somewhere. Lost every penny, didn’t you? That’s the ‘other stuff’ you’re talking about?” “No, no! That’s not true!” Carter cried, shaking his head frantically. “I wasn’t gambling! I... I was just trying to double my money so I could pay you back all at once! I thought—”

His confusion just reiterates my initial opinion of him. “Oh, but you do,” I say, leaning forward, and slapping my palms on the desk. I savor the sensation of watching him jump and then cringe. I want him so damn uncomfortable that this moment will haunt him for the rest of his days. But with his gambling habit, he'll be lucky if he gets much longer to grace this earth. There are vindictive men in this town. Mafia ties. And I'm ethical and fair. Except when it comes to Dante. “Something that's worth more than this casino we're sitting in. Something that's worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox.”.

I pulled the massive pot toward me as Leslie slapped her hand on the table with a proud grin. “I told you, my man doesn’t disappoint,” Leslie said, knocking on the table, her voice loud with satisfaction and a proud smirk on her face. Gambling is my thing—it’s like I was born for it. It runs in my blood. I’ve never failed, not once. Flo’s sugar daddy, a balding, hairy, and heavyset man, stood up with an angry expression, fuming at his loss. 'Stupid fucking old man,' Ghost said in my head.

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This time his grip was stronger than the first time, taking me out of that place, without even letting me get my things, maybe I had made Nikolai angry. It was going to be a long night, and just thinking about it made my body break out in a cold sweat. I looking out the window of the moving car. I was sitting next to that completely strange man. He even had drivers. Who was Nikolai Dostoevsky ? Why did Thomas tell me to call him sir ? He seemed to be the master of that entire network of luxury whores, giving many orders as a simple buyer, even though he was in charge of many things in that nightclub of unscrupulous rich people.

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