How to start playing in online casinos

Dimanzhiv The funniest story I read on the Internet: a guy wanted to go for a big one on the street, or to put it mildly, take a shit, but among the trees, shop windows and shops there was only one oasis - the Vulcan casino. There he spread out, of course, having done his dirty deed, as a decent person he felt a sense of gratitude to the savior. In general, he decided to "pay" for the toilet by making a deposit of 50 rubles in a slot machine, like look guys, I'm a client and all that, it's not for nothing that I eat bread. The years dragged on, and with them the deposits. Like the apogee of history - he scribbles on the forum about his unfortunate biography and curses that shitty day. I vaguely remember, I think he wrote about huge debts and a pre-suicidal mood. If he were a callous asshole, everything would have been different. Although, who the hell knows, before there were 3-5 halls near each metro, a susceptible person would have gone in sooner or later. And the statistics at that time said the figure of 300 thousand gambling addicts in Moscow alone. How I started I was working on business trips, I had a car, money and other paraphernalia typical of a non-gambler. One fine day at about 8 pm something went wrong. Instead of going to the whores in the car, a buddy persuaded me to drop by the volcano for 15 minutes. Actually, that's where I made my first deposit of 1k and played 3 rubles per spin all night. I also remember Yeltsin's death being broadcast on the radio, I don't know how this is connected with me. I continued to play. Then I went in again and again. The total minus reached 12 thousand in a week and this made me really angry, because I was against throwing money into the mouth of a volcano. And then it all went off and on, this fucking fairy-tale and mysterious world of the game.. Ugh, what the hell is a mystery? Ordinary adaptive mathematics. The fairytale veil disappears over time, strategies stop working and you keep yourself in the game only with big bets, balancing on the edge of fucking death, playing on credit or necessary money. Online casinos I remember about 5 times when land-based casinos were closed and opened en masse. Well, you know these chips, we change the name of the activity and instead of gambling we get a lottery or, damn, an ordinary purchase of matches, and a bonus is a game on a machine. When they covered this legal hole with cardboard, I hung up underground joints, there were plenty of them too. Do you think it was hard to find them? - No one really hid, which speaks of the honesty and incorruptibility of the Moscow police. Okay, this free ride is over too. Imagine, for three months I couldn’t find where to play, I even gave up and forgot about the game, although sometimes I googled halls in other cities. Then an online casino, I don't remember exactly how I chose it, but I deposited it into a volcano. It wasn't scary, I started with 5k, thinking that if they screw me over - fuck it, I'll get off cheap, I just wanted to tinker. I got dirty, I screwed up 50k in a couple of days. Then an excuse for 20k, which they withdrew in an hour and without any scams or documents. I screwed up these too, then a little more on top, and then I got to a normal forum, where I got an idea of the world of casinos! It's not interesting anymore, I probably registered in all the online casinos of the Russian Internet and the Russian Far East, I've never been screwed by any casino. And every week, screwed newbies still come to the forum with their asses bursting from the consequences of playing in scams. That's all.

It's simple for me. It was winter and cold. I saw many casino ads and wanted to try it. I tried it and liked it. And I still like it. I immediately taught myself to spend 10% of my salary, and I never go beyond that figure. And when something shoots up, I take it out and buy all sorts of goodies for home.

Once I noticed that any job is a conveyor. I decided to add some color to my life and started playing. I am already 40+, married, my child is 6 years old. For the last 5 years I have been earning money exclusively by playing in underground land-based and various online casinos. The only drawback of this lifestyle is that there is no stability. As they say, "sometimes thick, sometimes empty." But I am satisfied when in a few days I raise the annual salary of some loader. And there are days when 2-3 months' salary of some company director comes. I just got used to the fact that my salary falls in pressed pieces, and not evenly advance-paycheck like at a factory... The path from an ordinary player to a pro is quite expensive and long - you have to go through "all the circles of hell." But now everything is great, every day I live brings a lot of pleasure and surprises.

The casino site was located in a billiard room in the Maryina Roshcha area. This almshouse even had an official name: "Kolya-Vanya". Of course, in honor of the owners. An absolutely motley crowd came there. There was no face control in sight. Arkady claims that there was no "mine detector" to check visitors at the entrance for piercing and cutting objects and firearms. Who came, why they came, what they came with - it is unclear. The room was L-shaped. In the corner there was a bar counter. The "long" part of the letter L was intended for playing billiards, and in the "small" part there were tables for board games: cards, backgammon, chess. It was the board games that had to move a little so that the "new partners" could install a poker table and a blackjack table. Later, roulette was added to them. As the team of dealers led by Moe walks across the room to their work place, imagine the scene: the balding Moe in an impeccable English suit leads the procession. Behind him, in black trousers, white shirts and colorful bow ties, 3 male dealers are parading. And around them are people in gray sweaters, strange sweaters and jumpers, and sometimes just T-shirts. The smoke is thick enough to hang an axe... The sound of balls hitting each other, obscene shouts are heard, either from joy or disappointment. And then, as if by magic, silence falls. The game stops, and all the visitors currently in the billiard room direct their gaze to the small detachment led by Moe. Those who were at the card tables moved closer to the bar so as not to miss this wonderful procession. In clouds of smoke and complete silence, but under the watchful eye of three or four dozen eyes, Mo and company finally reached their location. And immediately got to work: they began to unseal and lay out decks of cards, preparing the tables for opening. No one was in a hurry, because the appearance of work seemed to give the illusion of safety and created an aura of importance in front of all these Kolyas and Vanyas. To say that everyone who arrived at the new workplace was in shock is to say nothing. After the familiar, warm and comfortable "Sovereign", to find themselves in this garbage dump... Mo feigned complete indifference and only nervously smoked one cigarette after another. And then Michael arrived... Michael's visits always had a special character. Not only dealers were afraid of them, but managers as well. Each such visit was marked by something. For dealers, these were fines. So, Arkady's close friend Sergey, who was nicknamed Baron because of his ability to imitate the crazy rolling of the eyes of the character known to us, was fined 100 US dollars for not loudly enough (in Michael's opinion) announcing the exchange of a 100-dollar bill at the gaming table. Along with him, a female inspector suffered a similar punishment with the argument that she did not duplicate this exchange. Michael saw the lesbian leaving for a break in brown shoes. Brown shoes are a clear discrepancy with the required uniform and, as a result, a fine of 100 US dollars. The purchasing power of the American currency at that time was very different from today. So that you, dear reader, understand and appreciate this abyss, I will give a simple example. Baron - not the one who is a player, but the one who is Arkady's friend, decided to travel around Moscow for one month, wherever he was, exclusively by taxi (he has not yet bought a car). He lived with his parents in the Altufyevo area, his girlfriend, Baronetta, in Strogino. Baron worked in the Taganka area, Baronetta in the Izmailovo area. The cost of all his monthly taxi rides was 100 US dollars... Now tell me, please, how far can you go today on 100 bucks? Arkady also got it from Michael. Twice, in fact. The first time, the pit boss came up to Arkady and handed him a hundred-ruble note. - What is this? - asked Arkady. - It was Michael asking about your hairstyle, - answered the pit boss. - And what did he ask? - He asked what was wrong with your hair. - And what is wrong with my hair? What did you tell him? - Arkady asked. - That your hair has this structure... In his youth, Arkady had long and curly hair, very difficult to style. — Michael said, give it to him, let him buy himself a comb... The second time, six months after the first incident, Michael went into the staff break room[14] and, seeing Arkady, took a hundred-ruble note out of his wallet and gave it to him with the words: "Buy yourself a comb." Arkady used this money for its intended purpose — he bought beer for himself and his friends and drank it with pleasure to the main sponsor of the Olympic team — Michael... As you understand, you could buy a lot of beer for those 100 rubles... And that day in "Kole-Van" my heart began to beat anxiously: Michael!.. And Michael, surrounded by two long-legged and short-skirted girls-translators and the driver-bodyguard Sergei, with a Hollywood smile on his face, walked through the game room of the billiard room. Krylov immediately comes to mind with his immortal: "They were leading an elephant through the streets, apparently for show..." The game had once again fallen into decline, and everyone present began to stare carnivorously at the girls and the luxurious American. And the first thing Michael did was order some whiskey at the bar and only then inspect his new possessions. And it just so happened that at that very moment something separated from the general gray mass and headed straight for the blackjack table, where Arkady was standing as the dealer. - What is this, a "point"? - something in a gray knitted sweater asked Arkady. - This is blackjack. - Well, you have to get 21? - Yes, or a combination close to 21. - Well, so what are you doing to me here... (a curse followed)! Come on, deal! Here! - Something threw 500 dollars on the table. - Give me some chips. Arkady laid out all 6 decks on the table and gave the player the opportunity to make sure that all the cards were in place. This always happens when opening a gaming table: all the decks are “stretched” along the length of the table and the player can make sure that all the cards are there. Then the cards are shuffled and loaded into the shoe[15]. All subsequent demands from players to check if all the cards are in place should always be ignored by the casino management! During the game, the “played” cards are put in a “corner” - a special buffer for storing them, and there is a chance that someone can take advantage of the fact that the dealer is distracted, “steal” a few cards and then make claims. To avoid this, the cards are “checked” only in the absence of customers. Although there are always exceptions to any rule: in the same “Kole-Van”, a year after the events we are describing, a situation occurred when a drunk customer who lost at blackjack called the manager (then it was a Russian boy, not Mo), took a gun out of his pocket, pointed it at the dealer and ordered him to recount the cards in his presence. The guys had nowhere to expect help from... But everything ended well: all the cards were in place, and after some time the "fighters" arrived. The inspector arrived, and Arkady prepared to deal the cards. The player placed bets on all the boxes, and placed all 500 dollars in different amounts (somewhere the bet was higher, somewhere less). He thought about each box for a long time. Meanwhile, a bunch of onlookers and curious people came from the neighboring tables and the billiards and swarmed around the table where the action was supposed to begin. Everything was over before it even began. One hand was played, in which the dealer went overboard, and the player won, managing not to burn a single bet. Having doubled, something immediately wanted to get all the money, which was immediately fulfilled. The start was made, and the first pancake was a flop for the establishment, indicating good prospects for the future... Because the best advertisement for any gambling establishment is the client's win! And the bigger the win, the better the advertisement. But not everyone understood and understands this. That day, there were no more people willing to try their luck. Michael soon left, and the three unfortunate dealers, led by Mo, were frankly bored. Closer to the morning, Arkady asked Mo to spare him a couple of minutes and said that he would be very glad not to come back here and continue working at the Sovereign. Mo pretended to accept and understand the arguments, and allowed Arkady to go on shift at the Sovereign. But he harbored a grudge for the "betrayal". Although what kind of betrayal can there be: a person is looking for a better place... Who could have said then that in three months without Mo and without Arkady, the wages at Kole-Van would be twice, or even more, higher than the wages of the Sovereign dealers due to tips. But there was no security, and there won't be any...

— Why the Messenger? — Because I have no idea how to play casino games, — Dmitry answers. — And you will teach me and give me some tips. — I won’t be able to help you today: I have a day off and won’t be at work. But I can ask my colleagues to take care of you. And I won’t be able to keep you company: gambling in the establishment where you work is strictly prohibited. But if you choose another place, I will be glad to join you. — My friend, I have already designated the Messenger as my place of evening stay… It should be noted that at the turn of the 2000s, Dmitry Gerasimov was actively involved in politics. In those turbulent times, people holding important positions were obliged to inform the special services responsible for their protection of their location. Arkady called and warned that his good friend, who had never played in a casino before, would come to celebrate the birth of his son, and asked to look after him and take care of him. The next day, Arkady was looked at askance, especially by Yura Samosadov. As we remember, he had problems with his eyesight, and that day they apparently worsened after the events of the previous evening. I would like to point out right away that Dmitry Gerasimov did not drink alcohol. Not even at the wedding of his cousin, who introduced him to Arkady. But he could not help but drink to celebrate the birth of his son. Therefore, upon entering the casino, he ordered a glass of good French cognac at the bar. Yura, who was present, wanted to make sure of his solvency and offered the waitress to bring the bill along with the cognac. Unfamiliar with the peculiarities of the casino, Dmitry took out his wallet and paid. After that, he went to the cashier and bought chips for 700 dollars. He didn't know that they could be exchanged for smaller ones (they simply didn't tell him about it). First, he put two chips in the roulette field and lost. Then he bet on black/red and put a chip in the number corresponding to his son's birthday. And - lo and behold - that number came up! Having celebrated his lucky win with a sip of cognac, Dmitry made a couple more similar bets, but lost. When he asked for another glass of the noble drink, he placed another bet on his son's birthday and won again! In his joy, he called Arkady and told him about his success. His friend was sincerely happy: of course, with 700 dollars to have almost 6,000 net plus! But he was upset by the information that Dmitry was forced to pay the bills for drinks at the bar. Such precedents had never happened before in "Poslannik". The only thing Arkady asked was to call when Dmitry got tired of the game and left. He also strongly recommended not to lose all the money. The next day, when he went on shift, the first thing Arkady did was study the cards of yesterday's visitors. And he was happy to discover that Dmitry had heeded his advice and left with a plus. True, not as much as he said, but 4000 for a person who had crossed the threshold of a casino for the first time in his life was a very good result.

After work, Arkady called Dmitry and arranged a meeting with him. Firstly, he wanted to personally congratulate his friend on the birth of his son, and secondly, he really wanted to know the details of the previous evening. Sitting at a table in a restaurant, Arkady listened with interest to the original source's version of his adventure yesterday. Being an excellent storyteller, he vividly told about his first visit to the casino. The first thing that impressed him was the intimate atmosphere that reigned everywhere: girls in long dark-burgundy dresses, young men in jackets and bow ties. And the complete absence of other guests. No one approached him, and Dmitry was forced to determine by trial and error which game he would try his hand at. Since he was never good with cards, that left roulette. When Arkady asked why he made all his bets with $100 chips, Dmitry replied that he thought it was impossible to do otherwise, because the name of the casino itself obliged him to play big, and no one consulted him or told him what and how to do. Moreover, he noted that only the waitresses talked to him. The other people in the room looked too important and were not ready to share his joy. After he guessed the number, the important people quickly ran around him and for some unknown reason began to fuss. And one with a beard (only Yuri wore one) said something about him to another, short and plump (the pit boss named Bulat), pointing at Dmitry with his hand. All desire to play disappeared, especially when the bill for the cognac was brought. But Dmitry continued on his moral and volitional qualities and won again! The bearded man looked at Dmitry, or at the short and plump one, or maybe his gaze was directed at the roulette. And he quickly headed towards the exit (most likely, he was heading towards the cameras). That's when Dmitry realized that he had to quit gambling. And he moved to the bar under the wing of caring waitresses. Olya and Sveta, two sisters, were working that shift. He remembered their names because they did everything possible to brighten up the unfriendliness of the rest of the staff. And the bartender Marina even treated him to cognac in honor of the happy event, saying that it was a gift from the establishment. Although it would be strange if she demanded money from me after I gave the three of them $500 in chips as a tip, Dmitry summed up with a smile on his face. Exclusively because they took care of me. Three days later, some unknown man came, introduced himself as Dmitry Gerasimov's personal driver (Marina, having learned that the generous gentleman who had played a few days ago was a good friend of Arkady, was very interested in his first and last name) and exchanged three $500 chips for money. (The tips that the client gave to the waitresses were divided among the entire shift working in the bar, including the cook. The exchange was made through the casino administrator, who also got in on the "sweet" share. Fearing that the new management would not allow them to pay such a large sum, which was essentially a month and a half's salary, the girls pulled off a small scam, deciding not to share with anyone.)