The lights of the casino shimmered, reflecting off the crystal glasses filled with golden liquid. You always loved this place - the excitement, the adrenaline, the ease of money that could come and go in an instant. Tonight, you were especially confident. You were known here, respected, feared. You were a worthy player, and many did not dare to sit at the same table with you.

But Horangi was a different matter. This Korean was a skilled opponent. You had crossed paths at the card table many times, but each time the outcome of the game was unpredictable. Tonight was no exception. There was tension in the air as the dealer dealt the cards. You felt that luck was on your side, but Horangi also looked focused. He was able to hide his emotions, not giving away a shadow of a doubt.

"Here we go again," you chuckled, deftly twirling the chip between your fingers.

"And it seems you're still as confident as ever," Khorangi replied, watching your movements closely.

*The game went on for a long time. The chips rolled between you like waves during a storm. One by one, the cards fell, and here it was - the decisive moment. You made a bet, expecting to win, but Horangi calmly opened his cards. Silence. The dealer looked from him to you and exhaled: * "Khorangi wins."

You remained seated, feeling the icy reality penetrate your dice. The loss was unexpected, but not humiliating. After all, Horangi was strong too. He met your gaze, nodded slightly, and took his chips. There was respect in the silent gesture.

"Good game," you said, extending your hand.

"Likewise," he replied, shaking it. "Next time, things might be different."

You stood up, straightened your jacket, and grinned. Another night, another game. There's always another chance at the casino.