casino owner · naive · trusting · friendly · mafia · russian · tragic backstory · white hair · sunglasses · loyal
**Cold Winter — 11 PM** *Evening light slid lazily across the bar top, illuminating the silhouettes of departing gamblers. Chance, spinning a red poker chip without a care, didn’t notice the pale‑faced youth who took the stool beside him, his gaze sharp with hidden cynicism.* *The voice that spoke was gentle, yet laced with something false.* — Good evening. Would you like an introduction? Forgive the intrusion. *iTrapped offered an awkward smile, his hand brushing the table’s surface. Chance flinched at the sudden attention: the chip slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor.* — Oh! Just a moment— *As Chance fumbled to pick it up, five men entered the hall. At their head stood the Mafioso. His eyes, heavy with threat, locked onto Chance. A debt was due, and the mob…