Trafford’s Trading Club

Wake up with a cracked headache, which should be the routine for people who are used to drinking vodka.

Yuri's awake. He found himself lying in a very comfortable queen bed. Yurimer looked at the finely decorated ceiling.

Met a weirdo.

Yuri said to himself, at the same time, he intended to take a good bath so that his head could not be so heavy.

But when he sat up, Yuri saw a black card and lay quietly on the window counter. He subconsciously grabbed at the black card.

The moment his finger touched it, some of the images flashed through his head like a distorted lens... he remembered something before he got drunk.

Then he suddenly stood up and walked to the window, pushing the window open, and Yuri threw the black card out of his hand.

He didn't know why he was doing it, but there was only one impulse - one that instinctively made him feel more comfortable.

After a bath and breakfast in the hotel lobby, which was about to turn into lunch, Yuri looked around and suddenly didn't know where he was supposed to go - just as confused as he was when he first arrived in the city.

But unlike then, when there was still excitement, that excitement was long gone and replaced by only suffering.

“Should I leave this place...” Yuri asked herself quietly.

But he soon had the answer: No!

Taking a deep breath, Yuri turned and walked into the hotel. Inside the lobby of the hotel, sitting here, staring at the big hours on the wall, caught in contemplation.

But after walking half a turn, Yuri bit his teeth and borrowed the phone from the people in the lobby to dial.

Yuri tried to keep himself calm while still having the air… The clerk at the reception did not notice him, but lowered his head to work. Yuri turned around and looked casually at the entrance to the hotel - the phone was on.

“It's me... you didn't think I'd get out of here... it's really not good, Mr. Yefim, I'm in a terrible situation right now... heh, that's why I need you to pay me what I deserve... what do you spell? Yeah, like you said, a dude like me, of course Mr. Yefim doesn't think I can do anything... but does Mr. Yefim think that if I don't have something on hand, I'll call you directly? ”

When the phone silenced, Yuri's face revealed a slight smile: "It's simple, I just want a great reward. At 8: 00 this evening, inside the Lukabiyan MRT station... have Anna come and talk to me herself. ”

Go ahead, Yuri shut down the communication very decisively.

……

……

This is already the twenty-seventh card. They were facing each other from Vera's fingers, over a distance of about three meters, and then stuck on a wooden main beam, one sheet, high, low, up and down, neatly arranged.

Don't get me wrong, this is actually a poker card made of metal, if it's just plain cards... you think it's "The Gambling God"?

“Got the guy's file.” Vika walked out of the room with all the printed documents on her hands.

“Tell me about it," said Vera, who continued to fly 28 cards. ”

“This guy's name is Yakov, he's the museum owner, he's been working for 13 years, and he came from Belarus 20 years ago. Well... married, with a son and a daughter.” Vika simply said: “Plus, he has a registered account in three different online casinos... well, this guy's betting pretty good. But basically losing more and winning less, and it looks like the owner's earnings are really good. ”

Vera glanced at her legs, turning the rotating chair under her seat, facing Vika, and the twenty-ninth metal poker card flew out, just past Vika's head, scaring the skinny grown man into a cold sweat, "This guy has a problem. ”

“You think Yakov stole this painting?” Vika blocked herself in front of her with the folder on her hand and carefully walked into Vera's side to see that he had not continued flying cards before sitting down in relief.

Vera kept the chair spinning, “If you lose more or less, you must be in a terrible financial position, but if you can keep betting, you can prove that you have a good bottom - obviously, the salary of a museum owner is impossible to support. ”

“He has extra income…” Vika quickly said: “Use your powers to steal these famous paintings from the museum and then accumulate money! ”

Vika slapped herself in the head, pointing to Vera: "In order not to expose herself, I blamed you! ”

Vera glanced over and patted Vika's arm open, correcting: “It was the FC who was blamed! Not me!”

“Okay… so what are you going to do? ”

Vera shrugged, “I'm just wondering how the hell he made this painting disappear. ”

Vika: "…”

Shouldn't you care how to clarify this!?

Vera suddenly stood up and wore a jacket.

Vika frowned quickly: "The previous two days a gang leader running an illegal boxing match here didn't know who had caught him, and a lot of insides broke out, involving a lot of people. This world famous painting was suddenly stolen. I think every one of the police must be eating hormones right now. You better not mess around. ”

“Since the painting was stolen by the FC, it certainly needs to be in the hands of the FC, doesn't it?” Vera smiled wickedly: “I'm going to this guy's house and you're ready to support me. ”

I didn't even listen to that warning!

“Is it a vacation to Moscow? ”

Boom - the door is closed.

……

……

Boom boom!!

When the subway car stops in front of the platform, it brings a strong airflow - when it stops completely, the platform suddenly becomes crowded at its peak.

Anna is a beautiful woman who is able to show off Russia's traditional women. Simply leading a small, long bag of her, she stood up and walked towards the door until almost everyone who needed to get out of the cabin got out of the car.

Smiley, walking like a model on a T-stage, tradition combined with modern aesthetics attracted a lot of men's attention all at once.

She seemed to be looking for something, staring in the middle of the crowd.

“Stop. Don't turn around.” Suddenly, Anna heard this voice - the voice that appeared behind her.

The voice went on to say, "Now, turn slowly to the side of the falling track, and remember, don't turn around. ”

She even felt something behind her back, poking her gently.

Even if the other person can't see, Anna smiles, flanking her head slightly and whispering: “Yuri, relax... I'm glad you told Mr. Yefim that I'd talk to you. It's so good to see you again. ”

Yuri sneered, “Really? Wouldn't that be happier than when you were lying on Yefim's pig? ”

Anna sighed: “Yuri, you should know that I have my difficulties too... I didn't mean to lie to you. ”

“Well, Mrs. Anna, I'm not a child, and I wouldn't let that discourage me. My anger is long gone.” Yuri said softly, "I don't care if you've ever had feelings for me, it doesn't matter -- I just want the money, okay? ”

Anna suddenly said, "I hear you have something. What is it? ”

“Do you think I'll let you ask?” Yuri sneered.

Anna nodded her head, “Okay, now that you're so crisp, I'll just be a little bit more... How much more do you want? Besides, don't you think it would be more convincing and more beneficial for you to let us see, even if it's just a small part of the thing? Without proof, we wouldn't have given you anything so easily. ”

While she was talking, Anna quietly drowned her arms, and in her palm, a small cosmetic mirror box opened quietly, swinging, looking behind her.

“Ten million euros. ”

“No problem, but you have to at least show us some of the evidence first.” Anna said softly.

Yuri snorted, “Do you think I'll show you? There is no room for negotiation on this matter, you can only choose to give or not! ”

“Yuri.” Anna suddenly called and turned around, looking at Yuri.

“I told you not to turn around! Aren't you going to shoot dead?” Yuri's eyes widened, but she couldn't hide the panic in her eyes.

Anna smiled and looked at Yurina's clothes on her arm. She reached out, grabbed Yuri's arm, and lifted the dress open.

Quickly.

“Since when do fingers fire bullets? ”

“Humph!” Yuri snorted coldly, holding on. “How can you even try it on? You think I'm gonna bring something as important as this? I'm telling you, if I don't make it back safely, tomorrow, the whole of Moscow will know about you! ”

“Take it easy.” Anna smiled and stepped closer to Yuri.

“Stay back!” Yuri took a unconscious step back.

Anna was still walking in, and Yuri had to step back - knowing that he felt he was leaning against the wall and that there was no way back. He had to think about fleeing the place.

But his arm was quickly caught by Anna —— the woman, who moved quickly, instantly kissed his lips.

A passionate kiss, he once enjoyed —— one night after another, letting him get lost in this splendor.

But he woke up soon!

Over and over again, the pain exceeded his physical limits, causing his pupils to expand rapidly.

Anna had a pistol in her hand, a very small, silver, very sophisticated pistol —— it rang a few times as soon as the subway entered the station, amidst the thundering brakes and kneeling rumblings.

Through the dress Yuri caught earlier.

Two or three?

When Anna's kiss left, it was when her palm came up. Anna raised her heel and whispered in Yuri's ear like a lover's mumble: "Dear Yuri, perhaps you don't know, I know you even know yourself better than you do. Your eyes, your little moves, I keep in mind... so talking is not what a good man should do. ”

“Anna...”

Yuri felt her strength flying away from herself.

“I'll miss my days with you.” Anna, like a wife, opened her clothes and poured them on Yuri, "Goodbye. ”

She took a step back and walked into the forthcoming subway cabin.

……

I shouldn't have stayed here... I should have left this place.

He's so sorry.

Yuri's body slowly slipped down the wall, and he didn't even have the strength to talk —— when he sat on the floor the whole time, the wall was bright red.

It was finally discovered that there was an injured man here, unusually confused —— someone came and looked at him, and someone screamed for an ambulance.

Yuri just felt the sound moving away from herself, and the light in her gaze became putrid and overlapping.

He seemed to have caught something, and when his body completely fell to the ground, he found a black painted card on his hand... was it the one he threw away?

Yuri doesn't know.

But he heard voices.

“Guest, what do you want? ”