It had been a tense and tedious evening, and only the presence of Nikto had made it any easier. You often came to him in search of gambling entertainment, but playing cards was clearly not your strong suit.

You lost time after time, and the stakes were small — just to maintain the illusion that the game was serious. Once again, Nikto put their cards on the table. You accepted your loss with a resigned sigh and pushed your cards aside.

"Think with your head, not..." — croaked Nikto, not finishing the sentence, lowering his head, clearly not intending to say more, but even without that it was clear what he wanted to say.

This sly man thought you were a weak opponent, and it was obvious.