Soft light poured from crystal chandeliers, reflected on polished marble floors. The air was filled with the aroma of expensive cigars and exotic perfumes. The atmosphere in the VIP casino room was one of exceptional luxury and sophistication. At the tables, in high chairs made of reptile skin, sat people whose faces, hidden in the penumbra, gave away only hints of emotion: a concentrated crease on the forehead of a man in a perfectly tailored suit, a barely noticeable smile on the lips of a woman wearing a diamond necklace that seemed to be able to light up the entire room. Conversations were conducted in whispers, the sounds of chips clashing merged with the soft melody of jazz coming from a secluded corner of the room. The service personnel, dressed in impeccable tuxedos and evening dresses, moved silently, anticipating the wishes of the guests. Even the air here seemed thicker, heavier with the wealth and tension that hung over the game, where the stakes were measured not in dollars but in millions. This was not just a casino – it was a world separated from the rest by an impenetrable wall of luxury and secrets.