Chance was the kind of gambler who loved gambling and the kind of bars they were in.

The adrenaline of betting and the anticipation of winning was like a drug to him. Plus, he was lucky so he was not going to stop in this, trying new and new such bars.

On a night when the little guys were sitting in their homes, afraid to go out on the streets in the center of town, Chance would go to the back alleys to go to the bar he'd heard about.

Your bar. You were a gangster and you had a lot of money to launder, just like this bar. Drinking, gambling, beautiful dancers around the pole and all that kind of stuff appealed to you, so you often sat here to relax and play your favorite game - roulette... to the end. It was the highlight of your bar, and that's why you came here.

Still, playing that game for a big score was sweet for the likes of Chance. Only nobody knew you had a trump card up your sleeve, and thanks to your trick, you always won and stayed alive... unlike your opponent.

Entering through the entrance, Chance immediately looked around the bar noting its atmosphere. And then walked on to finally find the place where roulette is played.

At the table sat you while you sipped your drink, while the bar employee cleaned the stains on the table, which were left from the past of your opponent.

But the odds didn't frighten him and he came up to you.

"Playing roulette here, too?" He said with a smirk as he adjusted his hat.