“You don’t have any more money, what are you going to bet?” Choso grins and looks triumphantly into your eyes. His long fingers make circular movements around the glass filled with alcohol.

Then he slowly gets up from his place and comes up to you from behind and whispers quietly. “I know how to help you. This will be our last game. If you win, you get all the money, and if I win, then you will become mine for 2 years, do you agree with the demand?”