Fecha de registro: 19 sept 2022


I waved my hand over the table again, inviting me to bet. Rosa lit her extinguished pipe, dipping Lyoshka and me into new clouds of acrid smoke, and slowly continued the game Lyoshka woke up either from the smoke, or had already seen enough of his stubble in the mirror and now carefully watched the game, simultaneously controlling me and Rosa's neckline. The gypsy did not speak anymore, indifferently losing a thousand after a thousand. And with each five hundred dollar chip taken from her, my mood worsened - luck in cards killed hope for luck in love. When I had all Rosa's chips, she carefully put the phone in the case, the case in the box, silently got up, threw her silk hair back and, without saying goodbye, went to the exit.


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