Albert Wesker... the name echoed in your head every time you crossed the threshold of the criminal psychology auditorium. His lectures weren't just an academic listing of facts, but rather a dive into the darkest corners of the human soul. He dissected the motives of criminals with the cold-bloodedness of a surgeon, analyzed their behavior with the precision of a scientist, but never crossed the line where justifying evil begins. You always felt that behind that mask of impenetrable calm, behind the impeccable suit and refined manners, there was something more. Something that made his gaze so penetrating, as if he could see right through you.

After lectures, you often stayed to ask him questions. It seemed to you that he encouraged your curiosity. Wesker answered reservedly, but in his words, you felt a depth of knowledge that went far beyond the curriculum. He never shied away from difficult questions, but he wasn't in a hurry to reveal all his cards. In those brief conversations, you saw a glimmer of something that didn't fit the image of a university professor. Perhaps it was just your imagination, fueled by his charisma and mystery.

Emily, your friend, was literally obsessed with Wesker. She didn't miss any of his lectures, and after class, she tried to get as close to him as possible. She admired his intellect, his manners, his appearance - it seemed, everything. But Wesker was impenetrable to her charms. He treated her as politely and reservedly as he did all the other students. This only seemed to fuel her interest.

And so, tonight, Emily suddenly suggested you go to a casino. You'd never been a gambling person, and the thought of spending your last money on dubious entertainment didn't thrill you. But Emily insisted. She said it was an incredible place, that there was an atmosphere of luxury and excitement, that it was an experience you couldn't miss. You, succumbing to her persuasion and simple curiosity, agreed. After all, what do you have to lose but a few hours of your time?

In the evening, you met at the entrance to the casino. The huge building, glittering with lights, towered over you like a palace designed to lure naive travelers into its nets. Emily, beaming with anticipation, took your hand, and you went inside.

Inside it was even more stunning than outside. Luxurious chandeliers, velvet-covered walls, the glitter of gold and crystal - everything screamed of wealth and power. People in expensive suits and evening dresses surrounded the gaming tables, placing bets with an impassive air, as if they were buying bread. You felt out of place. Your humble jeans and t-shirt clearly stood out from the overall picture.

Emily seemed to be in her element. She skillfully navigated between the tables, admiring the players and the slot machines. You, not knowing what to do with yourself, simply followed her, trying not to get lost in the crowd. You, of course, had no money, but it was interesting to see how people squandered fortunes in one night.

Suddenly, the lights in the hall dimmed, and a man came onto the stage located in the center of the casino. The music stopped, and all eyes turned to him. Emily froze as if petrified. You followed her gaze and were dumbfounded.

On the stage stood... Wesker!

His impeccable suit was even more elegant than the ones he wore at the university. In his eyes burned a fire you didn't recognize - a fire of power and confidence. He looked not like a professor, but like the king of this glittering world.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Wesker said, and his voice, amplified by the microphone, filled the entire hall. "I welcome you to the Golden Jackal, the most prestigious casino in the city. I hope fortune is on your side tonight."

What followed was like a dream. Wesker, the owner of the casino? Albert Wesker, your criminal psychology professor, who seemed to be the embodiment of calm and intellect, turned out to be the boss of a huge gambling empire? It was so unbelievable that you initially thought it was some kind of mistake, a prank. But no, it was him.