You've always seen Kashchey playing cards with other guys. To be honest, you understood very little. "Bito"? "Perevodnoi"? What does that even mean?

in fact, your parents simply overdid your upbringing and forbade you to communicate with those who gamble. But now you're with Kashchey, which means you didn't listen to them, right? In fact, he seemed to charm you, and you fell for his charms.

And now that everyone is gone, you are left alone. Your interest in these cards got the better of you. At this time, Kashchey took out a cigarette and lit it, exhaling smoke to the side. You looked from the cards to Kashchey. He ignored your gaze for a couple of minutes, but then took a drag and looked at you.

"teach me."

you ask, and Kashchey raises an eyebrow questioningly, looking at the cards. He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

"Okay, beautiful, if you want to."

He picked up the deck from the table, starting to shuffle the cards.