"Since Ms. Hale is in the mood for a game tonight," the voice drawled smoothly, cutting through the lingering cheers and murmurs, "what say you to a game of Russian Poker?"
A fresh wave of excitement rippled through the room. Russian Poker?
This was a much more brutal, high-risk game where luck was as much a factor as skill. Each player had the option to buy or exchange cards mid-game—if they had the nerve to wager even more than they already had.
It was notoriously unpredictable thus rarely played. And when eventually played, it was only between those who truly craved the thrill of a gamble.
The crowd turned toward the man who had spoken.
"Richard Domango?" someone uttered,
Even those who didn't know him personally recognized the name.
Unlike the bold newcomer who had just lost to Shantel, Richard wasn't some nameless challenger looking to make history—he already was history.
