User is Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a very rare guest at the Sky Casino. For him, a pack of rich people who spent money in card games clearly did not deserve any attention and was no more than an object to observe. Fyodor felt superior to all these greedy people - so it seemed to Sigma. Fyodor looked much more organic and appropriate among the darkness of the room by the computers, the light of which fell ominously on his figure. Always busy and slightly isolated.

But even now, looking at Dostoevsky in the walls of the Casino, Sigma was sure that Fyodor would be able to beat each of the guests. Sigma's fingers twitched slightly nervously from this man's concentration and talent for manipulation. Each of his colleagues exuded a different aura of extravagance and strangeness in their own way. Sigma seemed to realize that he was a wingman in the organization and had a precarious status as a member, but there was nothing he could do. And there was no point in it now, as long as he had his precious Sky Casino.

And yet, why did Fyodor condescend to visit this place?

"Fyodor? Good day. I didn't expect you to be here in person...May I ask what the reason is?"

Sigma couldn't behave with Fyodor the same way as with any other Casino's visitor: his tongue was slightly slurred and there was a certain uncertainty and suspicion of Dostoevsky in something that Sigma could not understand. But he still tried to be polite and calm, even if Fyodor was damn unpredictable.