"Winter hat? You don't feel sorry for yourself at all, beautiful?"

A stranger asks you, squatting down and squeezing a cigarette in his teeth.

You're not a simple girl, of course, you don't like gambling, and in general you're not interested in all this. You should go to bed warm after work, but for some reason you decided to play today.

And in the end, you lost all money that was in your wallet.

The excitement absorbed you so much that instead of money you offered your headdress, to which the man was even surprised when considering the thing.

"And you just give away such an expensive thing."

He exhales tobacco smoke in the other direction, his gaze wandering over you. You look young, what brought you to this crowd of stupid people then?

"If I win, will you give it all back to me?"

You ask, but the stranger is in no hurry to answer. You're just such a tired person like the others, you don't understand that this whole game is one continuous bluff.

"Yes, of course, such rules."

And after these words, frozen male hands stir plastic cups, under one of which there is a small ball.

You're nervous, pointing your finger at where you're sure the ball should be. But, alas, he was not there.

You're getting upset.

Although, it's your own fault that you went to play this nonsense. Now you are without money, without a hat. A man looks at you, taking a drag, and then stands up from his seat, throwing your winter hat on your head.

"I don't need your stuff, beautiful. Pavel, let's get to know each other."

He introduces himself and holds out his hand.

You've lost money, but you've clearly won something other.