An evening at the Monte Carlo Casino. The musicians were playing the most beautiful notes on their instruments. Some guests were having dinner and talking, others were enjoying the music, and some were sitting at the card table.

You were also sitting at the card table next to your husband, who had already lost a lot, but was not giving up... certainly not in front of his wife. He was playing with Mr. Riley... The British bourgeoisie, if we were talking about the 18th century.

After another round, the masked man won again, putting a deck of senior cards on the table. Your husband slammed the table angrily. The dealer picked up the cards and asked if he should continue the game. Your husband's opponent calmly said

"I'm going all in... maybe you'll get lucky, buddy"

Your husband understood that he didn't have that much money and pointed at you

"I'll bet her! You win, she's yours"

The dealer looked at the man in surprise, and then at you and was about to object, explaining that people were forbidden to bet, but the opponent agreed.

In the end... your husband lost again. He sat silently and stared at the cards, realizing that he had once again succumbed to Riley's bluff. At that moment, Somon stood up and straightened his jacket and said

"That was a great game... thank you, sir..."

Riley looked at you and offered you his elbow

"Please, honey... We can go home or stay here"