Casino stories: real life and fantasy

Golikov Oleg is an extraordinary person and writes vividly and sweepingly



I'll copy-paste some parts of his "Crimean Joker", those who like it will find the original

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FoxDuhovny, 27.10.2016 23:06
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Yes, I have seen this with a jackpot and more than once, though in the Russian Federation the winnings were more modest... There was one guy, a so-so dude, a regular at slot machines, he slept and ate and earned and lost money on them, over and over again... I met him once in the capital in one of the movie theaters where a casino had settled in the lobby, there was a chain of different one-armed machines, all connected to a jackpot board, on it was the inscription 12445.99, the last 4 digits were cleverly wound up in the plus. I sat down at the roulette and usually waited for my turn... waited and killed the bet on number 6 after 25 came up... 6 came up at the cash register, I counted the winnings somewhere around 35 thousand rubles... came back and sat behind the wheel again... a confused guy accidentally met me after a desperate drain in one of the jackpot bandits... he saw a familiar face and his face lit up with a smiling look... Hi Andryukh - he whispered and held out a cigarette. Hi - Vadim, I answered. - You see, here's the thing, he dragged on... I have a rule to never lend to players... but after listening to the obsessed Vadik, I made an exception... - Vad - I continued - I catch zero after 17, the next 20 spins the win is about 20 thousand. If you're right in your sayings about the jackpot, I'll give you all the current winnings, in case of a jackpot, you'll double it and you'll have some left... I must say that Vadim was a man of his word, so I maintained a relationship with him. On the 14th spin, Zero was caught... Vadik received 22 thousand from me and went to the one-armed... Half an hour later, exactly what he'd been waiting for obsessively happened. The two-ruble bandit gave out the jackpot on the mountain... Vadik collapsed on a chair and lit a cigarette - You see, Andryukh, I told you he'd give it!!! - Vadim drawled. From his calm tone I understood that he loaded at least half of it there - and indeed with mine the total bet in the machine was 122 thousand, but he won it all back and got plus 100%. What are you going to do? I asked. I got a foreign passport the other day, I'll go for a ride in Monte Carlo, I saved up 50 thousand bucks here, I've been dreaming of going away for a long time... The last time he called me was in 2006... He hit the jackpot in Monte Carlo, 6 million US dollars, said that he would go to the States, his aunt lives there... Anything can happen in life, if you sincerely believe in it, friends!!!
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 21:24
Shpilevoy
…Four months later, in the first-class cabin of a Lufthansa flight from Kyiv to Boston with a layover in Frankfurt, sat a beautiful young woman. Her white, wrinkle-free face was so still that it resembled an alabaster Venetian mask. There was something eerie in those long, dark-coffee eyes with their long eyelashes, standing out sharply against her lifeless, snow-white skin.
A pretty blonde girl of about eight was dozing next to her. The young stewardess serving drinks politely suggested to the pretty lady:
“Take some carrot juice, with pulp… The future baby needs vitamins,” the girl in the blue uniform smiled tenderly, gesturing with her eyes at the passenger’s belly, slightly protruding under her elegant dress.
The strange woman, without changing her expression, nodded indifferently in response and took a glass of juice.
Placing it on a small nickel-plated table next to the chair, she took out a black book with gold letters on the cover from her bag, unfolded it and read:
"...Boris Yuryevich Frolov. Philosophical essay "The Path from the Abyss""
Repeating the title to herself, she tore her eyes away from the page and looked sadly out the porthole.
The plane was flying over Greenland. Somewhere far below, on the endless grey expanse of the ocean, light spots of numerous icebergs were visible, which looked like small drops of melted ice cream in the water. The huge island itself, permeated with permafrost, looked gloomy and unfriendly. From the height of the plane, its poor relief was barely discernible, showing through in small dark bald spots of either high hills or dirty swamps.
The woman sipped the bright drink, briefly fixed her gaze on the jaggedly torn half of a one-dollar bill that served as a bookmark in the black book, and continued reading:
“…Another death – what could be sadder? – I’m looking for new topics.
Enough of our grief over losses and despair at the sight of those around us! Seas of tears have already been shed, and islands of joy await their Robinsons. Let there be nothing more that can darken our eyes.
"Good news," "nirvana" - let's leave all this to the barren cows chewing their age-old cud. And let's rush away from the suffocating crypt of human history.
The time has come to write our history in new fiery letters, and let these inscriptions shine not on the “ruins of the old world” — these fragments stink. I want to see new sacred lines in the clear sky of the dawn that once greeted Zarathustra on distant mountain peaks, where even now one can still hear the unceasing echo:
"And they told me that this road leads to the ocean of Death. And I turned back halfway. And since then, crooked and deaf roundabout paths have stretched before me..."
Marina carefully placed half a dollar bill between the pages, adjusted the pillow under the sleeping girl's head and closed her eyes. She sat like that for several minutes. Then, waking up, she pulled the dark blue filter on the porthole, opened the book and began to read on.
The sun was rising over the Atlantic Ocean…
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 21:19
Shpilevoy
Lidiya Petrovna had been waiting for Korablyov in her house for a long time. She had just spoken to Grib on the phone and subtly hinted to him that perhaps the case with the American sucker was going bad before his eyes. Lomakin irritably tried to convince her that not all was lost.
That his guys are now combing through all the hotels in the city and have blocked all possible escape routes, including highways.
"They blocked it, how could they..." Lida thought angrily after finishing the conversation and lit a cigarette, "the sucker was almost in hand, and these Stirlitzes and Müllers are still playing cop ambush! Oh, Borya, how could I have missed you! No, we need to tie things up with Grib. The main thing is that he doesn't rush to the thieves in the heat of the moment. Otherwise, serious showdowns will begin - then we can definitely say goodbye to the money."
After briefly glancing at the CCTV camera screen, she went to open the door for Gleb herself.
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 21:11
Shpilevoy
Tibetan sages claim that cooled boiling water that has stood for 24 hours turns into poison.
Never change your first thoughtful decision. A secondary, seemingly deeper analysis is always a "second freshness".
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 21:09
Shpilevoy
Arriving at the hall, Karytin was happy. There were far fewer people during the day and the air in the establishment was fresher. Having changed five dollars, he settled down at the five-cent machine and began to play on the third line. Around the tenth spin, three jokers fell out. The maximum. The machine began to buzz and blink discontentedly. Vitka looked at the shield. The winnings amounted to two thousand five hundred coins. That is, one hundred twenty-five bucks.
“Not a bad start,” Rozov’s voice was heard behind him. “You hooked him cleverly…”
A smiling croupier hurried towards them. Having congratulated Victor, he handed him one hundred and twenty-five dollars in cash and quieted the slot machine, which was squealing with frustration.
Karytin looked dumbly at the money. Then at Dima.
- Well, yes. I don't have to play today. But there's nothing much to do in this almshouse. What are you doing, playing cards as usual?
Dima nodded and dragged himself resignedly to the blackjack tables. Victor, having thrown a couple of coins into the empty machine to clear his conscience, called over the waitress and ordered a double whiskey, not forgetting to put a buck in her pocket.
Sipping cheap whiskey, he reluctantly walked around the poker tables. Then he looked at the roulette. But by local standards it was still too early for a real game, and the tables were empty. It was boring to place bets alone. After wandering around the room, Karytin went to a dollar slot machine that stood apart from everyone else, and in two minutes he lost forty bucks.
"What a bastard!" Vitek took offense and ordered another whiskey. Having waited for the drink, he made another circle around the room with the glass and returned to the one-armed bandit who had offended him. Having looked at him ominously at the scoreboard, Karytin threw a dollar into the slot:
- Here, you bastard, choke on it!
The machine cheerfully crunched the coin and continued to calmly wink at Vitka with colored lights. Then Karytin, in some strange frenzy, began to feed the machine with the twenty-dollar bills he had won.
- Eat! Eat, you foreign bastard, my unearned income! - he kept saying, inserting twenty bills into the slot for banknotes and pulling the handle with force. On the sixth bill, something crunched inside the machine. And the machine, as if offended, spat out onto the screen the already familiar combination of three jokers in blue caps and with angry faces. Ding-hark!!
And then the siren on the roof of the one-armed man began to howl quite alarmingly. The machine gun went into a fever.
Some lights on the running line attached above the ill-fated gaming machine started blinking. Vitek was seriously scared. "I think I broke it. Oh my! There's going to be a stench now!"
They were already walking towards him. Not walking, but running, three croupiers! Some other people in uniform were hurrying towards the confused and frightened Karytin. Rozov, throwing down his cards, was rushing to the rescue from the other end of the hall. And all the players, those who were in the casino, jumped up from their seats and rushed towards the enraged slot machine, next to which, his mouth open in horror, stood the dumbfounded Vitka.

“I didn’t mean to,” was all he could whisper to the tall croupier when he started babbling something right in his ear.
Dima, hurrying to help, pushed his way with difficulty through the crowd that had grown around Karytin in two minutes. He listened attentively to the croupier and slapped Vitka on the back of the head:
- Well done, dude! A-a handsome man - nothing to say! Congratulations, you fucking freak!
Why the hell did you just rip off the worst mafia bosses in Las Vegas for... - Dima looked at the frozen numbers on the electronic scoreboard and yelled right in his stunned friend's face, - sixty-seven million dollars?!!!
And then it dawned on Vitka. His temples began to pound, and the room swam a little before his eyes. And he began to curse in a hoarse roar, so much so that the people around him jumped back a little:
- Holy shit!! It's Jackpot! Sweaty Jack! Fucking hell! We made these aliens! Dimon!! Bro!..
And the friends, hugging each other, awkwardly circled around the slot machine.
Everyone around was applauding, shouting something encouraging. But for some reason the happiest seemed to be the croupier and the security. Four security guards, smiling, formed a tight ring around Rozov and Karytin. Dima asked the senior croupier something in English, and he invited them to go into his office.
Vitka remembered the rest poorly. He signed some papers. Someone brought him a glass of champagne. Vitka drank it automatically. Rozov ran to the room for documents and spent a long time filling out some data in numerous forms. All this nonsense took about an hour. In the end, they were given a plastic check for the entire amount of the winnings, and a whole package of documents. Everything was like a dream.
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 21:05
Shpilevoy
The friends, tired of the crowd, looked into the MGM casino. The building was constructed on a grand scale. Some show had begun inside, but it was impossible to get in. The crowd, sensing something free, formed a tight ring around the stage.
- Why are they so eager to get there? - Vitek nudged Rozov's elbow. - In any decent pub we have women dancing! Dima shrugged and pointed upward.
- Look, Korito, these are real animals!
Having skeptically examined the sleepy live lions that were located on the glass roof right above the gaming tables, Vitka and Rozov made a couple of bets and won thirty bucks. They also stocked up on free decks of cards, handed out by a pimply, powdered girl with a deep neckline that demonstrated a complete lack of mammary glands. Then they moved on. From time to time they went into a casino and bet on the middle field or on black. Mostly, they won.
Coming out of another establishment, Dima noticed:
- You see, man - it's basically the same thing here. Only in some halls it's cleaner, and there's more advertising, like those poor dead lions. And in others it's just a show-off without any extra panache. Maybe we should go closer to the wine?
- Wait - take a photo of me by that little fountain with lights and music - and we'll take off!
Having walked the entire central street, the tired friends wanted two things more than anything else in the world - a glass of normal booze and a good night's sleep in a cool room. So when they got to their native "Broadbridge", they immediately, without going into the halls, went upstairs.
Having had a drink before going to bed, Dima made a calculation:
- Almost ninety dollars per brother per evening. Karytin added:
- Plus eight decks of ball cards. Twelve pens. And three lighters. These are for me as souvenirs.
And the guys went to bed with a clear conscience.
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 21:04
Shpilevoy
The elevator stank terribly. There was a huge ashtray full of cigarette butts and Vitka lit up to get rid of the smell. Dima, who had never smoked in his life, winced:
- Come on, come on! You smoke here some more and I'll die before I get to the roulette! By the way, how much do you intend to lose in this thieves' den?
- Two hundred and fifty dollars. That's all I have.
- Right. Then I'll also be counting on about that amount. Even though I have some, - he added meaningfully.
Vitek put out his cigarette and patted his friend on the shoulder:
- Don't be afraid - we won't lose it! Remember how we smashed a casino in St. Petersburg for four hundred bucks? And here we'll jerk off the bourgeoisie for a couple of hundred Baku ones!
“You’ll jerk them off, of course…” Dimon grumbled, and the elevator doors opened.
The gaming room was full of people. Karytin didn't like it right away: it was noisy and somehow untidy. You couldn't get to the roulette tables. The waitresses serving drinks were scary and fussy. However, he was glad that there were slot machines in the room with a bet of five cents.
“So I can play in them for two whole days,” he smiled. “And what about booze here?”
Dima, taking his wallet out of his pocket, said:
— Actually, it's free. But I warn you — if you don't give the waitress a buck, next time she'll spit in your glass. Or pee — that's the usual thing. And the booze here is the worst and cheapest. So in that regard, not so much... Okay — I'm off to the blackjack! If anything, you and I don't know each other. Just kidding. Bye!
And he went to the card tables.
"Where should I start?" thought Vitek. "Perhaps with roulette." He watched the ball for about five minutes. The stakes were low. The maximum was twenty dollars on odd-even. You could bet from a dollar to five dollars on numbers. A bit boring. When he and Dima were flying from Boston to Los Angeles at the beginning of their trip, Vitek reread Dostoevsky's "The Gambler." And for fun, he copied down all the bets that the lucky hero of the novel made on his lucky night. "Let's look mysticism in the eye...," thought Vitek and made his first move. On a number row from nineteen to thirty-six. Twenty dollars.
True, that guy had some kind of “Friedrichsdor,” a thought flashed through Karytin’s mind.
The ball spun and the number eleven came up. Victor lost. He cursed silently, and then, spitting on the mysticism, threw the sheet of paper with the notes into the ashtray.

"Yeah... It's not for nothing that Fyodor Mikhailovich lived in debt all his life," thought Victor. "In his novels you can only learn to lose." And he began to bet without any system. Mainly on columns, and a couple of chips on numbers or zero. Having suffered like this for about an hour, he still won about sixty dollars.
Giving a dollar chip to the waitress, he ordered himself a red wine. Having received his order, Victor stood up and went to the other end of the room to see how his friend was doing.
- Well, how is it?
Dima, without turning around, answered:
- So-so. I got about fifty kopecks from that asshole, - he smiled politely at the narrow-eyed croupier, who was skillfully dealing the cards. - And you?
- Yeah, I'm also weak for now, but in the pluses. You, you know... don't drink the wine here - it's crap.
- I've already had a drink. I almost threw up. Well, shall we go hang out in this vile little town? Take some photos and stuff...
They came out onto Las Vegas Boulevard, which was colloquially called the Strip. Indeed, it was impossible to push through the people handing out calendars with the phone numbers of naked girls.
After five minutes, Vitek got tired of waving away the scatterings of cheap porn products that were extended to him.
- Damn. It's like in the sea, when there are a lot of jellyfish... Where did so many of them accumulate here?
- They live here... Fuck them. Let's take pictures!
The friends took pictures as they walked through the glittering lights of Las Vegas at night.
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 20:59
Shpilevoy
Vitka, getting up from the table with his mouth full, mumbled, finishing chewing:
- So, shall we go and take off the shoes of the local mafia guys?
But Dimon was strict and unforgiving:
— We'll always have time to fuck our granddaddy. First we need to buy some wine — to wash away this shit that they fed us here for only seven bucks a snout.
The friends, mercilessly picking their teeth, went in search of alcohol.
The main street of the most famous gaming city in the world greeted them with thirty-five-degree heat, a crowd of people and dust. Music was playing on all sides, lights were shining, and there were people, people, people everywhere. And although it was already approaching eight in the evening, the stuffiness did not let go of the city, squeezing it in the stone vice of the surrounding desert.
The liquor store was on the other side of Las Vegas Boulevard. After searching for a way across the street filled with cars for about half an hour, the men gave up on the matter and made their way to the treasured doors in short dashes.
After a short search, Dima found on the far shelf, their favorite on the road, red Californian wine. Since no one wanted to run across the wide street with the nightmarish flow of cars for the second time, the friends decided to take three one and a half liter bottles.
- Oh, fuck! - Dimon said loudly, for the whole store to hear, looking at the price tag. - A whole two dollars more expensive than in Angeles! - He looked indignantly at Karytin, who was barely holding back his laughter. - Aren't they faggots?
It is worth noting that Dima Rozov was born and raised in the glorious city of Sevastopol. His grandfather was a high-ranking officer in the Black Sea Navy. His father had a PhD and wrote several solid scientific papers in the field of studying the bottom relief of the Black Sea. Dmitry's mother worked as the chief administrator of a prestigious hotel.
It would have been possible to list many more of his close and distant relatives. But this would not have helped a researcher of Rozov's genealogy, if there had been one, to find among his relatives, for example, the thugs from Odessa Privoz. Nor were there such lovers of salty language as the boatswains from a Norwegian whaling ship listed in the tangled branches of Dima's family tree. Thus, his passion for Russian obscenities was completely inexplicable. But no one was going to conduct any research on this matter now. At least, none of those present.
Having accepted the bottle of wine from Rozov’s hands, Victor indignantly shook his fist in the direction of the cash register and exclaimed:
— Shaggy-faced misers, profiting off of hard workers! It's not enough for them to make money in their stinking casinos, now they're ripping people off with booze!
And the two hard workers, bitterly complaining about the high prices, headed to their room with a heavy bag. Having reached the coveted coolness, the friends immediately poured themselves a glass of vinidl.
- Well? To our victory over the local bigwigs of the gaming business! - proclaimed Vitka.
- Fuck them all, right down to the apricots! - finished Dimon - and drank a full glass in one gulp.
After pouring another round, Rozov lay down on the bed and asked:
- Listen, Korito... What happened at American customs? I waited for you for two whole hours, after the last passenger of your plane had crawled out.
"It's a long story," Vitek waved it off. He looked out the window at the stunning light advertisements and quietly blew cigarette smoke out the window.
- Then we'll have time to play some more. Tell me more... And anyway - how did you get here? We've been hanging around America for almost a month - and just when you're about to report on the flight, we fall asleep.
- Okay, - Vitka deftly tipped the contents of the glass into his mouth, - pour us another half! It all started back in Kyiv…
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 20:58
Shpilevoy
Rozov turned his head with his right hand towards the big city emerging from the air trembling from the heat.
- And there's Las Vegas! Look ahead, you idiot!
Karytin looked.
Far ahead, in the whitish haze, the spire of Las Vegas, with a knob on the end, familiar from Hollywood films, loomed.
- Dimasty, what the hell is that sticking out? Is that their airport?
- Oh, the village... This is the most delicious hotel. But we will live in a slightly more modest one. Although all of them, which are in the center, are tricked out to the point of ugliness.
They drove slowly into the city. Dima often leaned over the car navigator so as not to miss the necessary turn. Vitka looked around with all his eyes. Although there was nothing much to look at yet. The suburbs of Las Vegas were completely ordinary. Such outskirts often surrounded small American cities, which Victor had seen enough of during his long car ride through the southern part of America. Some endless warehouses on the edge of railroad tracks. Condominiums, gray from dust... True, the outdoor advertising called, pulled, forced to immediately turn into this or that hot spot - and place your bets!
"We have a buffet for seven dollars 24 hours a day!", "Every evening we raffle off a sports car!", "Don't miss your chance!" - the signs screamed. And it was terribly hot, damn... Stuffy...
- Look! Buffets are already five bucks! Dimych!
- Yes... Everything is getting cheaper before our eyes.
Karytin continued to turn his head:
— And don't they feed you for free?
- Only a sucker would take it for free, - Rozov chuckled. - What freebie? Have you ever seen a freebie in America?
Vitek thought about it seriously. Then he pulled a blue baseball cap with the number "five hundred and five" embroidered on it onto his head and answered:
— I saw it. Free bags in supermarkets. And remember when we stopped by the Budweiser brewery? They gave us two glasses of beer for free. And pretzels were free, too…
- So the bags are probably included in the cost of the products. And you saw this stinking beer yourself - half of America goes there to drink. And some of them several times, - Dima checked the navigator again - Aha, here is the main street. This is our hotel.
They passed a huge fountain, behind which was the majestic building of the Mirage Hotel. Thanks to the American films he had watched, Victor seemed to have found himself in familiar places. The small Eiffel Tower and the copy of the Egyptian pyramid - everything was somehow familiar, like the scenery of an old cartoon.
Dima carefully parked the car near the entrance to the Broadbridge Hotel. Having given the car keys to the valet, the friends headed to the lobby. There was a refreshing coolness there.
Having perked up with a few choice curse words about the heat outside, the cheerful couple approached the reception desk.
“Does our room at least have air conditioning?” Karytin asked in an anxious whisper.
Dima, without turning around, hissed:
- No, fuck - with the heater! Quiet - don't fuss. We'll figure it out now...
Having quickly filled out simple guest cards, the guys headed to their room.
- Wow! They smoke in the elevators here too! - Victor was surprised, knowing how difficult it is to stop smoking in America.
“They shit and piss,” Dimon added in his favorite manner.
The room was really simple. The TV, as it turned out, had no remote control. Apparently, someone had printed it as a souvenir. There was a small refrigerator and two semi-double beds. But the main thing was that the room was cool.
The friends began to unpack their things.
It was already getting dark outside when, after a short nap, it was time to go out into the world. The famous lights of the endless advertisements of Las Vegas casinos shimmered enticingly outside the window.
- Well? When shall we start? - asked Karytin, rubbing his hands contentedly.
Dimych, yawning, looked at the price list with a dissatisfied look. Having made sure that calls from the room would cost them a pretty penny, he turned and looked up at his friend:
— You were hungry, weren't you? Or did you see the one-armed bandits downstairs and forget everything? No, let's check out the buffet here first. It wouldn't hurt to wash up, though...
And, having quickly rinsed off, the friends went in search of food.
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 20:57
Shpilevoy
The landscape around was classic Hollywood. Heat and haze enveloped the endless Arizona desert. Cacti of various sizes and shapes, like fairytale sentries, stood guard over the scorching highway, running away under the wheels like a wide gray snake with bright yellow markings in the middle. The road was quite deserted. Occasionally, the two strange travelers came across huge auto trailers, painted in bright advertising colors. Washed and polished beyond belief, they blinded the eyes with their nickel-plated tanks and huge mirrors.
Vitka Karytin nevertheless turned down the volume slightly. Turning his head around, he reported:
- Listen, Dimych... And I thought they were lying in American movies. That there are no cars in the desert. But here it really is, practically, a void.
- What the hell are they doing here? - Dima responded. - That's what a desert is for...
The trough stretched with a crunch and asked:
- I'm taking a nap, dude. Be a friend - don't play the music too loud! And raise the roof - the wind is getting on my nerves!
Having settled himself more comfortably, he closed his eyes. Rozov, having pressed a button, raised the folding roof and it immediately became dark in the car. Lulled by the quiet rustle of the tires, Vitka thought sweetly and lazily:
"It's mind-blowing - Dimas and I are heading to Las Vegas! Across the desert. But it's strange - it doesn't really get me going... It's not that I can't believe it - it's just that everything is as if it should be...
I guess I’ve gotten used to life already…”
Shpilevoy, 27.10.2016 20:51
Shpilevoy
Afanasyeva had been a gambler all her life. But not a card player or a money changer. She was a top-notch swindler. True, after the naive girl Lida served time in 1959 for her first scam with counterfeit train tickets, she carried out each of her new scams herself from start to finish.
Paying off random assistants after they had performed this or that role, Lida preferred to collect nectar only for her hive at the end of the process. This innocent habit provided her with a second stint in prison, this time for a more serious article - currency fraud.
Then the girl Lida grew up by five years, and firmly decided not to visit places of detention anymore. As before, her brain perfectly tracked holes in people's psychology, from where it was possible to quietly but surely extract so-called "unearned income". But now everything was always done by other people's hands.
She always had two permanent assistants who directly supervised various operations. A scheme was developed. People were hired through assistants.
Sometimes they are actors from provincial theatres, and sometimes they are just homeless people.
For example, it was Lidiya Petrovna Afanasyeva, and no one else, who came up with the idea of psychological pressure on businessmen who refused to pay tribute to the capital’s bandits.
To solve the problem, the dirty tramp from the station was brought to a respectable appearance in the best hairdresser. Then he was dressed in the highest class, then together with the obstinate dealer who did not want to pay tribute, he was taken to the forest. And there, before the eyes of the nouveau riche, mad with fear, the tramp, in whom the debtor saw his fellow in misfortune, had some limb cut off with a chainsaw. Some of the more "frostbitten" bandits, for greater effect, preferred to chop off the head of the fake tramp. Having seen this, a real businessman was ready to meekly pay his "protector" for the rest of his days.
There were many different productions during the years of perestroika. Some of the tricks invented by Lida later became classics in the world of scammers. But she followed one rule firmly - if the matter is serious, do nothing with your own hands. Do not even dial a phone number.

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When the last ray of sunshine went out in the sky and the hot night crept over the city, my phone suddenly rang: a cheerful melody from the SpiderMan slot with a bunch of scattered ringing coins ambiguously made it clear that my friends were calling )))
After short greetings, Anton told me in a nervous half-whisper that he was now in Meridian and that three Arabs had spent more than 100 thousand UAH in pneumatic roulette since lunch. That right now this underground hall could be bred for a normal amount. That he had already occupied two terminals and was waiting for me impatiently.



I must say that Antosha and I have known each other for a ve-e-e-ery long time and we perform as a duet quite often.
No sooner said than done!
Meridian was famous for the fact that even in these difficult times for gambling there was always free access to the bar (including cognacs and whiskey at 500 UAH per bottle) and the drinks were accompanied by a hefty snack from the establishment - sausage, cheese and fruit.
Anticipating the fun, I order a taxi and take a fiver from the nightstand, think a little, imagine the upcoming work front and throw in another three thousand.
The road to the center took 15 minutes and here I am standing under the familiar sign "Sauna Meridian".



In the three years that I have been visiting this place, I have never seen a sauna there and I have never seen people with brooms, drunk whores and taxi drivers waiting for steamed clients near a heavy iron door. But the squares have always surprised me! The staircase in a three-story building, empty corridors, passages, piles of iron doors (half of which turned out to be fake) resembled the labyrinth of the Minotaur.

? So, having walked along the route, I stopped near one door, clicked the lock and I found myself in the familiar world of Excitement.
From somewhere to the side, from behind the heavy velvet curtains, the administrator fluttered out, a routine smile, a wish for a pleasant game - it was a whole ritual, which I shortened to a minute.
I walked past the bar and entered the hall.....
As usual, a few acquaintances were scattered about: a couple of people were sitting on the machines, one drunk as a skunk was relaxing in a chair in the corner. Another five people with whom I don't communicate, and Antosha was hunched over near the empty pneumatic steering wheel.

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I was always surprised by his sensorics. Sitting with his back to me, he instantly felt my gaze and immediately turned around in his chair:
- Well, finally! I'm here..... then followed the retelling of the story with the Arabs and his observations of the current situation.
“Two coffees and two cognacs,” I already threw to the waitress as I walked up to the table.
At these moments you feel like a tiger who has gone out to hunt.
I casually walk around the pneumotron with a cat-like gait, linger for a few seconds near each terminal and press Repeat previous bet. I must say it's a very informative habit - you see who played how, what they caught, at what point they finished, you understand how they lost and how they raised.
A game plan was outlined in my head, thank God I know this game and such pneumatics thoroughly.
- Put 200!
The administrator appeared out of nowhere and, smiling sweetly, put the credits from the key.

​

- Svetik, don't go far, little one.... I've been wondering for a long time what size your breasts are?
It must be said that people working under the black flag in Igorka are already mentally stable after 2-3 police raids and you can’t make them blush with such questions - it’s like asking what time it is?
Svetlana is a striking girl: tall, with legs from her ears, black hair gathered in a tight bun at the back, big dark eyes that always look straight at the person she's talking to. And now, without even blinking, she said:
- What will happen to me for this?
- It doesn't depend on me, but on Luck. Tell me, did they give you a lot of tips today?
- You know, there is no such thing as too much tea.
- Okay, in another way, do you need money?
- Certainly!
- Answer the question truthfully, I'll do the rest myself. If it sticks together, you'll get good tea right away.
Svetlana thinks quickly, and before I could finish the word "tea" she already said:
- Third!
- Thank you. - The current move indicator was approaching zero uncontrollably, but it didn't bother me at all. Over the years, I've learned to place everything I need on the field and track in literally seconds.
In this case, to roll out one number "3", setting the entire credit to zero, it was generally easier than pie. In the number to the brim, a couple of splits, plus neighbors on the track.....
- "Four at five," I muttered under my breath, not taking my eyes off the monitor. This was a prearranged signal to Anton, who was sitting boredly at the neighboring terminal. He knows our agreements very well - he threw in a dozen chips in the right parts of the track with a small bet.
The terminals went dark, "No more bets" and the roulette spat out a ball onto the bolt track.
We watched calmly as what was happening...
Now the ball starts to lose speed...
here I flew over the "interfering" vertical canoe...
here it flew over zero and went into the pockets, and unsuccessfully for us in the area of ​​"2"...
starts jumping around the cells...
Any roulette player understands, looking at the speeds, that if there is no rebound, then in the best case it will roll to 30 or 5
Up to a certain point, everything went according to the laws of physics, and then!
The ball couldn't settle down and continued to bounce like a bun...
I galloped 33, 22, 28 already and the three are approaching
And he, the bastard, continues to jump... and now it's a TWO again and he doesn't think about stopping!
Where does he get his energy?
​

And then what was supposed to happen happened. The ball rose smoothly above the number inscriptions and rolled along the edge of the rim in the opposite direction.
I rolled up to the spire and fell into the TROIKA at 90 degrees and got stuck there!

​

- Yes, there is!! - Antokha couldn't help himself... but immediately turned away. He bowed his head sharply so that his satisfied smile wouldn't be seen through the cameras.
- Plus 2600 for payment - I turned to Svetlana, - 600 is your tip, take care of your boobs - they are lucky for you ))))

Yes, the roulette worked exactly according to the algorithm, we chose the right terminals and the roles of the leader and the follower coincided.

- Let's drink to Luck! - I raised my glass of cognac, - Svetik, join us?
- Oh, come on, I'll be left without a job... She turned on her heels, wiggled her hip and went to flip through the cash.

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Ahead of us were 4-5 hours of hard work to climb to +100 thousand.
Each such trip resembles a big adventure.... no, not even an adventure.... it's like a small life! There is birth, development, stages of life's path, successful and not so successful turns, dangers and traps.... And in the end either GLORY and SATISFACTION, or DEATH AMONG THE ICEBERGS.

On this path you need intelligence, experience, self-confidence, and of course luck.
I wish everyone to experience at least once the THRILL of winning a BIG GAME - this feeling will outweigh all your failures and losses.

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Discussion started by Shpilevoy , on 09 September 07:36
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FoxDuhovny, 20.10.2016 17:22
FoxSpiritual
well, you convinced me, maybe in this room it is possible in principle, but how do you imagine that there are more than 4 million accounts in Crystal, do you even imagine the functionality???? it is technically impossible... therefore here we are dealing with adaptivity, statistics and analytical abilities of the player...
Shpilevoy, 20.10.2016 16:23
Shpilevoy
..... let me clarify

1) the magnets fell just when the ball started to come off the bolt track
2) when the public's attention was drawn to this, they began to fall chaotically.... but then the people began to win )))))
3) i.e. pedal Vasya realized that without his participation in laying out the ball, the plan for collecting and managing the game would not be fulfilled and the pits came up and started a scolding
Shpilevoy, 20.10.2016 16:19
Shpilevoy
there were experiments with magnet tablets
which periodically fell off the edge

and when all the players at the table started discussing it and the casino realized that these were magnets
they were banned immediately
even to the point of threatening not to let them into the almshouse

......... question? If the wheel is purely mechanical, then why are they afraid of magnetic checks?
FoxDuhovny, 20.10.2016 16:11
FoxSpiritual
I can't say for sure that the SUR can interfere with the steering wheel after the ball has left the trajectory of the live dealer...
FoxDuhovny, 20.10.2016 15:59
FoxSpiritual
Shpilya, what are you talking about, live roulette, what Vasya! Yes, I was sitting at the control panel, which was also connected to the live steering wheel... I also bet on zero, I had a 2-ruble panel, a bet of 25 per number and a split of 50 from 4 sides, I also raised it. I won 9,000 new denominated rubles, yes, it was solid, but the guy earned a lot for breakfast. Vasya, pedal, if he was such, was already dozing off in the morning, i.e. everyone had lost the trick, we knew about it, so we bet in the morning, there was such an agreement when there is a shift change, people are tired and no longer play tricks, this is called the golden period...
Shpilevoy, 20.10.2016 15:58
Shpilevoy
I somehow outlasted everyone at the casino
and by morning there was no one left, even the poker players had left

I had a lot of chips
and the streak of COMPLETE SUCKING began
no matter what and how you put it, it's all wrong

it got to the point where I was just throwing 1-2 cheapest chips per spin on the field (practically for nothing)
which simply drove the croupier crazy
instead of a sofa they had to work according to all the rules )))))
We had fun like this for about 2 hours

and now I have 1 stack of 100 chips left (and there were about 7 more stacks) and all the cheap ones are gone
here come 2 cool guys who bring in suitcases of money and go to the roulette
after saunas and whores the guys look rumpled and tired

I'm sitting at the end of an empty table
I thoughtfully click the chips in my stack
to the question how are you? (regulars know each other)
I speak loudly, I've been trying to CATCH SOMETHING for 3 hours and nothing... I've already given away a ton of money... It would have been better to give it to the homeless...
- LOOK!!! and in one movement, bending over half the table, I carry my stack and put it in number 17

I must say that there were NO PREREQUISITES for number 17 at all

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- There are no more bets...blah-blah-blah.... the ball flies, comes off, jumps and what I expected happens
the ball, as Andrey writes, "rolls along an incredible trajectory" and lands in 17 (it even tried to roll further, but an unknown force turned it back and nailed it in 17)
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- Well, for fuck's sake, you're trying to catch ANYTHING!!!!!! - a bright gambling fire lit up in both of their eyes.....

although I expected exactly this scenario, honestly even I was shocked
I got a ton of cash
I poked around for another 15 minutes
another stack of 100 was thrown into 6 (27 fell out on "incredible trajectories") and he left

...... and those two got really excited, got into the swing of things and started swearing, swearing, running to the cash register to change money, swearing again... I won't tell you their ending, I don't know
Shpilevoy, 20.10.2016 15:42
Shpilevoy
".. the relaxed dealer mentally begins to rejoice at the fact that he will be able to take a rest... the ball falls along an incredible trajectory into Zero... the dealer's face wrinkles with an exclamation of "oh-oh..."

pedal Vasya is not asleep )))) classic situation SETTING TO ZERO
The dealer doesn't have any control over anything at the table
depends on the secret chamberlain and the roulette control system (RCS)
Heiskanen, 20.10.2016 11:50
Heiskanen
I imagine a picture of 4 stacks with a cap driving into zero and it falls
Heiskanen, 20.10.2016 11:49
Heiskanen
43 chips worth 50 is 2 stacks + 3
Beauty
FoxDuhovny, 20.10.2016 07:48
FoxSpiritual
86 chips per room for 50 credits... then I saw him a couple more times until they closed the casinos in the country, at that time under Luzhkov he owned several administrative buildings for offices in the city center, the last time we sat with him at the wheel he left me 10k credits of winnings and flew out of the country (sold the business and immigrated to Israel).
FoxDuhovny, 20.10.2016 07:48
FoxSpiritual
86 chips per room for 50 credits... then I saw him a couple more times until they closed the casinos in the country, at that time under Luzhkov he owned several administrative buildings for offices in the city center, the last time we sat with him at the wheel he left me 10k credits of winnings and flew out of the country (sold the business and immigrated to Israel).
Mira, 10/19/2016 15:00
Mira
Played 93 chips in the room! The man has a nice breakfast and I want it so much!!!
FoxDuhovny, 10/19/2016 02:19
FoxSpiritual
Live roulette in one of the gaming halls late 90s, early in the morning a cleaning lady is affably vacuuming the carpet at the table one client who has been sitting for 4 hours has been lazily placing a couple of minimum chips... the croupier nervously shoots the ball... everything is approaching the end of the shift somewhere employees are making noise reloading bill acceptors, and the guy is still sitting and randomly placing a couple of chips... the croupier's next shot the ball flies out falls on the floor and is sucked in by the vacuum cleaner... eprst... a security guard runs up, opens the vacuum cleaner, an employee runs up, wipes the ball with a wet napkin and gives it to the croupier... bets are cancelled and new bets are made and the ball is already winding circles suddenly the client wakes up and places all the chips in zero with an exclamation of "I'm tired of it - lah..." two stacks of 43 chips for 50 credits are lying in the green sector the client has run out of cigarettes and he moves away from the table to take a few more free and orders coffee.. the relaxed dealer mentally begins to rejoice at the fact that he will be able to rest... the ball falls on an incredible trajectory into Zero... the dealer's face wrinkles with an exclamation of "oh-oh"... the guy slowly walks to the table with a cup of coffee - wow, so they wiped off your luck, where is that guy with the napkins... the dealer counts out the winnings... they call the young guy who wiped the ball... the client pats him on the shoulder - well done, you wiped it for me for breakfast and for yourself for tea...
Avax, 09/26/2016 07:27
Avax
"I'm winning!"

A silent blonde stands next to a soda machine in a Las Vegas casino. After inserting sixty cents, a bottle of beer pops out. The girl places it next to her, inserts more cents, presses another button, and the machine dispenses a bottle of Coke. She is so engrossed in the process that a line has formed behind her. "Listen, I just want to buy myself a bottle of Coke, and then you can keep doing what you're doing!" says one man in the line, losing his patience. The blonde turns to him and says indignantly, "Can't you see? I'm winning on this machine!"



"Thank you for the open doors"

One day, Jack was having a really bad time at the casino. He lost all the money he had on him and even had to borrow some coins to go to the men's room. But the door to the restroom was open, so Jack decided to make another bet on the slot machine with his pennies. Suddenly, the whole slot started blinking, inspiring music started playing - he hit the jackpot! Then he went to play blackjack and won, too. As a result, he became a millionaire. One day, sharing the story of his success, Jack said: "I am very grateful to the person who helped me win! If I could find him, I would gladly share my fortune with him." One of the people present jumped up and declared that he was that person. "Sorry, but I am not looking for you. I am looking for the person who left the restroom door open."
Alatissa, 10.09.2016 11:27
Alatissa
...Climbing to +100k? Interesting. Clearly the blacklist is just around the corner.
FoxDuhovny, 10.09.2016 08:52
FoxSpiritual
For the Masters, a pneumatic steering wheel is like a child who constantly loses a pacifier from the same hand to the same side...
Avax, 10.09.2016 05:24
Avax
Will there be a sequel?
ADM13, 09.09.2016 21:05
ADM13
Good story.
For a big game, courage is as necessary as air, but you need to be very careful with alcohol.
ADM13, 09.09.2016 21:00
ADM13
Pictures must first be uploaded to the server and only then inserted into the content.

Apply the Law of Attraction - by which your belief becomes reality

This is the law by which your belief becomes reality. It reveals perhaps the most important of all Success factors. This universal law, first recorded in writing around 3000 B.C., states that man is a living magnet, irresistibly attracting to himself people, circumstances, ideas, and resources that harmonize with his dominant thoughts. The law states: “Like attracts like.”



From quantum physics we know that everything around us is energy, just like us. The state of energy is characterized by a certain frequency of its oscillations. Energy oscillations of the same frequency enter into resonance, amplify and attract. Thoughts and emotions are energy in motion, they are what attract into your life everything that you focus on.



And vice versa, when you start to ignore something, moving away from resonance, it disappears from your life. For example, remember - when you stopped paying attention to someone, this person quietly disappeared from your field of vision.



The Law of Attraction, which explains virtually all circumstances in your life, is a particular manifestation of the Law of Cause and Effect.



Apostle Matthew wrote: "For him who has much, more must be added, and he must prosper. But from him who has nothing, even that must be taken away." At first glance, this seems unfair and wrong. In fact, it is not. We are talking about your inner world - "there is much" in it, or "there is nothing." If your thoughts are directed toward prosperity, then according to the Law of Attraction, even more prosperity will be attracted into your life. If this focus is absent, then there will be nothing to be attracted. "Money goes to money," says the popular proverb. And vice versa, your "scarcity" thinking will naturally attract scarcity and scarcity to you.

The Law of Attraction itself is neutral, like all other laws of the Universe. It is objective, not subjective, and in some sense even indifferent. For it, there are no concepts of "good" or "bad", these are labels that a person hangs on himself. Natural laws do not recognize favorites, do not prefer one over another. They act automatically and without emotions. Whether they affect you negatively or positively depends only on how you use them - constructively or destructively. Figuratively speaking, it does not matter to electric current what it feeds: an electric chair - a murder weapon, or an artificial respiration apparatus that gives life to a person. The whole question is where you direct the power of the Law of Attraction, what sign - "plus" or "minus" you assign to this force. This is the essence of the neutrality of the Universe - it will give out everything at your "request" indiscriminately.



Here it is necessary to understand the division of God, as a creative and personal principle, from the Universe, as an impersonal apparatus for the embodiment of illusions.



The Law of Attraction does not care what you consider good or bad for yourself, whether you want something or not. It only responds to your thoughts. If your attention is constantly directed at something, you receive this “something” in the form of experiences and life events. The Universe always reciprocates. In front of it, you are like in front of a mirror: you make a face at it, it will respond in kind; you extend your hands with gifts, it will extend even more gifts in return. In its depths, there is always something that will resonate with you.



The good news is that for the same reason, the Law of Attraction is under your control. It will serve you well if all your energy and desires are focused on achieving what you want. We can not only INVENTE our lives, but also turn them into reality.



“Nothing we have ever imagined is beyond our capabilities. It is beyond our present ideas about ourselves,” said the famous writer Theodore Rosak.



When the soul wants, the Universe wants. When a person knows what the soul wants, he is always successful, because the Universe helps him.



The work of the Law of Attraction can be divided into four stages:



1. Ask!

Clearly understand what your desire is and what is truly important to you. Literally place your “order” in the Universe. Through your subconscious, send the Universe a message about your desire. James Ray writes about this: “When your vision of yourself from the inside becomes much stronger than your vision of yourself from the outside, the Universe simply cannot refuse you.” The stronger your enthusiasm and sense of confidence, the stronger the message will be. There is no need to “shout” here, the Universe will hear even what you whisper to it. The main thing is feelings. But if you try to create something that you really do not want strongly enough, it dies on the vine.



But do not be verbose and do not try to surprise the Universe with your eloquence, you will not be able to surprise it. It knows more about you than you know about yourself. Just ask and feel your love for it. Do not allow yourself to look at your desire through the prism of absence, concentrate on positive emotions. Write down your desire and carry it with you, let it always be before your eyes.



Sometimes this happens: you don’t know what you want… In this case, start with the opposite: think and write down everything you don’t want (believe me, each of you knows this!). Apply the Law of Polarities and rewrite this list as the opposite of what you don’t want. This will be your list of desires. Now ask!



From this moment on, you begin the process of manifestation – your creation in partnership with the Universe.



2. Believe and do not doubt!

Believe in the fulfillment, and – no doubts. For you, getting what you want is just a matter of time. For many people, this is the most difficult moment because of limiting beliefs. Your actions may be correct, but deep-seated beliefs can slow down the entire process – the vibrations of doubt will “quench” the incoming vibrations and neutralize the implementation. When your old limiting beliefs (inner talk like “this is not real for me”, “I’m not good enough”, etc.) do not correspond to the desired goals, you return back to the previous position. Results are ALWAYS a consequence of beliefs! Until you clear yourself of old programs inside yourself, you will receive not what you want to receive, but what you want unconsciously.



Remember that any of our beliefs are formed in a chain:



(predominant train of thought/habits/beliefs/stable neural connections).



Visualization, affirmations, meditation, prayer will help here – everything that helps to feed your faith in the desired result. This work gradually converts restraining beliefs into promoting ones.



Believe and imagine that it is already yours. Your subconscious does not know about the future time and does not distinguish reality from the imaginary, so it will start looking for it for you. Remember: what you do not believe in disappears.



3. Let go!

Know that you can only get what you can let go of. Be calm and detached about the fact that you may not get it. Do not "rape" the Universe, do not think about the ways, do not dwell on HOW you will get it. The Universe has all the ways to lead you to your goal. Your desire should not be lust, or "psychological erection". Psychotechnics of different peoples of the world teach the importance of getting rid of the emotional side of desire, i.e. "lust". As Pushkin wrote: "The less we love a woman, the more she likes us."



Here is an interpretation from Boris Berezovsky: “What’s the point here? The Universe, together with our application, through desire receives an additional application for the difficulty of obtaining what is requested. If you desire (and not just and routinely want), then your application is stamped: “wishes to receive with great difficulty.” There is no one to blame. You ordered a “pie with problems,” and you get it. Of course, it is overgrown with a mass of placebo (beliefs), such as economic conditions, industrial growth rates, etc., etc. - but all this is superficial. Do not desire! Just know that this awaits you, and try to bring this knowledge closer to maximum calm. You do not worry about the stash in the closet, because you know exactly where it is and how much is in it. Guess the future as if you were remembering the past. What you desire should always be in your consciousness, but at the same time not come to the fore. The best thing is to push it into the subconscious, so that you don’t think about it, but vaguely feel it.”



Berezovsky then shares his method of attracting money: “I wrote a certain number on various pieces of paper, in organizers, on the telephone receiver, at production meetings, in ministers’ reception rooms, etc. All the time, just the number, without comments, without unnecessary explanations. I trained myself to think that this number is obvious in the future, that it is mine, belongs to me by right, that I should get used to it and not be surprised when it appears in my checkbook. It almost always worked. At the same time, when I assigned a number, at the last stages of my business career I did not think at all where it would come from, that is, I did not cling to the placebo of the fussy, feverish magical actions of a businessman. I simply knew that circumstances would develop in such a way that they would impose this number on me with all their irreversible course, and all I would have to do was accept it.”



Make yourself such notes-reminders, carry them in your wallet together with a photo of the object of your dreams. This is not necessary for the Universe, for which your request is a trifle, it is necessary for you for self-convincingness.



At the “Let Go!” stage, be open to all possibilities. Be attentive to everything that happens in your life – watch for feedback, ask the Universe for feedback. Its answers will be in opportunities, chances, events, signs, situations, information. Catch ideas, do not miss contacts with the right people. Listen to your inner voice and intuition signals. Do not miss them! All this can contribute to the implementation. Pay attention to the phenomena of synchronicity that will increasingly occur in your life. This is the very first sign that the Universe is turning in your direction, that you are tuned in correctly. Allow what you want to enter your life! Implementation is possible under the condition of “strong intention – weak sticking”. Trust the process, be “in the flow”. Let go of your thoughts to God, the Universe, the Mind, the Source. Do not create “excess potential of importance” for the fulfillment of desire. During this period, the Law of Ripening will work, which, as a supplement to the Law of Attraction, says that each grain has its own period of ripening, incubation - a time during which everything begins to acquire its material form. Do not disturb the cook who is preparing your dish with questions: “Well, is it ready? Ripe? Well, when will it finally be ready?” Get rid of impatience. Imagine that this process is like the flow of a river: if you try to hold water in your fist, nothing will work. But if you open your palm and allow the river to flow freely through it, then all the water will be yours, and you will take as much as you want. Everything will happen naturally.



The law of attraction works when you feel the result you want to achieve, rather than thinking about the result.



But during this period you should not wait for the harvest, lying on the couch, but take all the necessary actions! Growing is the work of your seed, and weeding, fertilizing and caring for it, creating conditions for growth is your work. As the people say: "If you want to pray for potatoes, prepare a shovel." When the Universe sends you messages about an opportunity - act, as soon as your inspiration advises you to act - act, as soon as your intuition tells you - act!



Take action and move towards your goal, action is a sign of your faith, thus we tell the Universe that we believe in success.



4. Get it!

It is equally important to have a sense of ownership of what you are about to receive. Become an “energetic pair” with what you desire. Be in a mood as if you have already received what you desire. Feel joy about it, inspiration, happiness and all the best positive emotions. This means that you are on the frequency of acceptance. Be grateful for what you already have, without gratitude the Law of Attraction does not work!



Do not forget about one more condition - your determination to act and have must be fueled and inspired not by egoism, but by love - the most creative force in the Universe! Love, as a form of being, is the main tool for fulfilling desires, the highest frequency that a person is capable of is the frequency of the Spirit. For this, the Universe will always find a way to reward you by taking care of your needs, even if it is not related to your desires. The combination of thought and love forms the enormous power of the Law of Attraction.



Realize that love is one of the purest and most creative energies, because love is God. True love, unlike the kind we experience in romantic relationships, does not expect anything in return, because it comes from a different, divine source. It does not need compensation.



Pierre Teilhard de Chardin put it this way: “Love is the quality that binds and pulls together the elements of the world…” Love is the invisible ingredient that synthesizes and creates the form we call our body and the physical world.



Because at the end of our days we remember not how well we lived, but how much we loved. Love itself is its own reward.

As you begin to consciously use the Law of Attraction, inspiration and insight will become your companions.

The problem is not that the world itself is bad. The problem is that it does not correspond to the ideal ideas about it. And the worst thing is that this discrepancy does not fit into a single head. The first answer already mentioned pride. Well, this is it - faith in your own truth, despite all the facts. "I am right, therefore, everyone else is wrong" - THIS is a very flawed and dangerous logic.

When someone has a different opinion from us, the same chemicals that keep us alive in dangerous situations are released into the brain. In this defensive state, the more primitive part of the brain interferes with rational thinking and the limbic system can block our working memory, physically causing closed-mindedness. We see this in bullying, or in a game of poker, or when someone is stubborn in an argument. No matter how valuable an idea is, in this state the brain is unable to process it. It perceives it as a threat at a neural level, even if it is harmless opinions or facts that we might otherwise agree with.

Discussion started Stepan, on October 20 11:3

How to use your head in poker

I'm not Grorik, I don't believe that this is a streak. I just don't hit them. I can't understand why. There are no strong regs there, just like on 5s. The game, I wouldn't say that it's different. So far the plan is this:
1. Grind 5s to BR 1000, maybe more, I'll think about it (I cashed out a lot this month)
2. learn math. switch to 11s. temporarily reduce the number of tables to 9, turn off skype, icq. maximum concentration. set stop loss - 40 bi (I haven't had any bigger streaks yet :f_biggrin: )
3. We analyze each session in the wizard.
I think that the number of tournaments played will initially fall, but the quality of the game should increase.

FEBRUARY GOALS:
1. I'll focus on the theoretical basics the first week. I'll reread Tri Nguyen, Cole South. "Let there be order". I'll study the ranges. I hope by that time I'll have BR in 1k and I'll move on to 11s according to the plan above)
2. finally read Moshman)
3. For now let the profit goal be 1k. I can do it with 5s, but I don't know yet how 11s will go.
4. continue to instill healthy habits

bring it in! :hkttb:

this crap has been going on for a whole week. how much can I play if it's crap like this? short ones get chips, they double, I don't take coins, I put them in nuts :rage: :rage: :rage:
oh, my new record for squeezing chips from the population :f_biggrin:
This is a separate story. But now, in a year, when I finish university, I will become a reserve lieutenant and service will no longer threaten me.
I came back, I'm from the army and somehow got stupid there... I almost lost the whole BR, 120 bye-ins. I had to be nervous. I managed to pull August out at +150 USD :facepalm:
In September I connected a 19-inch TV with a second monitor. And now I roll 15 tables. I can add 3 more tables, but I need to get used to them a little.
Well, here are the results for the last 2 days. More to come
and so I've been minus for the last 3 days. the underdelivery is somehow annoying. I start sessions with wild bays. I read somewhere here that you need to believe and shout loudly when comparing the card that I am an out for us. so far it doesn't help, so far it only works to attract the opponent's outs :facepalm: the guy who came up with this method also can't do it, but we will work in this direction
where did you get the info? :pokerface: I'm currently working with them about turning on an upstreak for me. I'm sick of the under-deliveries) and bots are easy money. You need to adjust for them.

:hkttb: bot developers, if you are reading this message, I will sell your bots faces. EXPENSIVE. :hkttb:

3 YEARS HAVE PASSED (page 170 of the diary)



















Discussion started by Heiskanen , on September 26, 10:07
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Heiskanen, 26.09.2015 22:24
Heiskanen
Original by user elena196218
And I will never understand you, kneading with 10,000 hands - it would be better to go to a factory, more intelligently twisting nuts behind a conveyor belt

ferdion
There is only one argument - $$$$.
Considering the prospects at the plant, or rather the lack thereof, the pot odds are too high. Yes, poker is not what it used to be, but I still think that even now it is much easier to break through from the bottom to the mid-limits and expect $4-5k and higher per month than at the same plant. In case of failure, you will lose time, but it is not necessary to grind 500k hands per month for 5 years on NL2 - this is nonsense. I am talking specifically about rising to the mid-limits and consolidating there. One year is enough to understand whether it will work out or not.

When you should refrain from gambling:

- You can't play during depression or serious upheavals of fate...

- You can't play if you're addicted to alcohol! - You'll just as easily become addicted to gambling! The combination of both habits will lead you to rapid self-destruction!

- It is not recommended to play when you are alone and acutely feel loneliness! - If you are looking for a social circle, then players are bad conversationalists and you only risk getting lost even more while playing...

- Roulette should be a secondary activity for you!!! - Don't try to play if you don't have any other main activities in your life! - If before and after the game - regardless of the outcome of the game, you have nothing to fill your consciousness with - switching your imagination to other more important things, then gambling can quickly destroy your will! - (You will think too much about the game and sooner or later you can get stuck).



Recommendations regarding the "strategy of behavior" during the game:

- During the game - even if you are very self-confident and do not become a follower of bad habits - you should not relieve stress with alcohol and especially play drunk - if this helps, then for a very short time - you can be left completely without "brakes" and then you will be carried away, carried away, carried away...

- During the game, do not try to keep the pace set by the "Croupier" - slow down from time to time - let the game adapt to you, and not you to it! Otherwise, in this race - you will definitely lose!!!

- You shouldn't play in "Force Majeure"! - If upon arrival at the casino, something immediately went wrong for you!!! - For example - I, in my favorite casino, several times unexpectedly for myself had to come across changes for which, at the time of the game, I was not mentally prepared - the old roulette wheel was replaced with a new one, designed differently - or there on the days of celebrations - which I forgot about - the stakes on the tables were increased! - In such cases, the game should be postponed!!!

- If the stakes on roulette are too high for you and you are not ready for them, they scare you - do not brag and admit it to yourself - walk away from the table without starting the game! - (If you start playing, then with each bet you will have no time for logic and no time for clear reason!)



General recommendations:

- If you came to the casino to relax and perceive the game as entertainment and a way to spend time - forget about taking seriously what you win and lose!!!

- It is impossible to be poor and suddenly become rich!!! - As for easy money - never forget the truism - "Holding in your hands does not mean owning!" - A person must be mentally prepared for big money! - If not? - then it is unlikely that anything will help him win it, much less keep it!!!

- Avoid living with emotional memories of what was lost and gained! - Don't force yourself to mentally relive past games over and over again! - What's past is past for you, regardless of the outcome! - If you remember a game, suppress your emotional assessment of the events - catch yourself on any, even minor, manifestation of excitement!

- If you want to play and win - do not try to alternate playing Roulette with cards in one game day! Choose one or the other, otherwise you will not be enough for the game in both!

- Don't rush to start a career as a player - big right away! - As in the future - always start with a reasonable minimum - this way you will keep your capital intact and, most importantly, keep your sanity...