Many times I started and threw this story of my own about the plight of the player. That very inconspicuous Russian scam who does not go to Las Vegas and Monaco to cheer up his nerves by playing baccarat or blackjack. Who has only one joy in this life, the only way into the world of dreams – a free bus ticket that brings the poor playing brothers from the regional capital, the city of Krasnodar, to the Azov-City gambling zone and back.
The first pages of this story were, in fact, written on the console of the gaming machine, when I sat lost and thought how to distract myself from difficult thoughts. The last pages after I got rid of the gambling addiction. Well, what came out of this is for you to judge.
