Trafford’s Trading Club

Waking up with a splitting headache is probably a daily routine for people who are used to drinking vodka.

Yuri has woken up. He found himself lying on a very comfortable bed. Yuri silently looked at the exquisite decoration on the ceiling.

Met a weirdo.

Yuri said to himself, and at the same time, he planned to take a good bath so that his head would not be so heavy.

But when he sat up, Yuri saw a black card lying quietly on the cabinet on the windowsill. He subconsciously grabbed the black card.

The moment his fingers touched it, some images flashed through his mind like a distorted lens... He recalled some things that happened before he fell drunk.

Later, he stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the window. The moment he opened the window, Yuri threw out the black card in his hand.

He didn't know why he did this. There was only one impulse. This impulse made him instinctively feel that it could make him feel more at ease.

After taking a shower and eating breakfast that was almost lunch in the hotel lobby, Yuri looked around and suddenly didn't know where he should go, just as confused as when he first came to this city.

But unlike that time when there was still excitement in the confusion, now that excitement has long since disappeared, replaced only by discomfort.

"Should I leave this place..." Yuri asked himself quietly.

But he soon had the answer: No!

Taking a deep breath, Yuri turned around and walked into the hotel. I sat here in the lobby of the hotel, staring at the big clock on the wall, lost in thought.

But after the minute hand moved half a circle, Yuri gritted his teeth. He borrowed a phone from someone in the lobby and dialed.

Yuri tried his best to appear calm and confident... The clerk at the front desk did not notice him, but lowered his head to work. Yuri turned around at this time, pretending to be casual and looking at the entrance of the hotel while the phone was on.

"It's me... you haven't thought that I can escape... It's really nothing, Mr. Yefim, my current situation can be said to be terrible... Haha, it's because of this that I need you to pay Give me the remuneration I deserve...what to fight for? Yes, as you said, for a down-and-out guy like me, Mr. Yefim certainly thinks that I can't make any waves...But, does Mr. Yefim think that, If I didn't have something on hand, would I call you directly?"

When the other side of the phone fell silent, a sneer appeared on Yuri's face: "It's very simple, I just want a decent reward. At eight o'clock tonight, in the Lukabyan subway station... let Anna come over and meet me in person talk."

After that, Yuri decisively turned off the communication.

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This is already the twenty-seventh playing card. They flew from Vera's fingers to a distance of about three meters, and then got stuck on a wooden main beam, arranged neatly one by one, high and low.

Don't get me wrong, these are actually playing cards made of metal. If they were just simple playing cards... thought they were "God of Gamblers"?

"We found that guy's information." At this time, Vika walked out of the room with the printed document in his hand.

Vera, who continued to fly twenty-eight cards, said calmly: "Tell me and listen."

"This guy's name is Yakov. He is the owner of the art museum. He has been working for thirteen years. He came from Belarus twenty years ago. Well... he is married and has a son and a daughter." Ka simply said: "In addition, he has registered accounts in three different online casinos... Well, this guy's betting amount is quite large. But basically he loses more and wins less. It seems that the owner's income is really Very good.”

Vera stared at her legs and turned the swivel chair under her seat to face Vika. The twenty-ninth metal playing card also flew out and flew right past Vika's head, frightening the biased woman. The thin man was stunned with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, "There's something wrong with this guy."

"Do you think this painting was stolen by Yakov?" Vika blocked her face with the folder in her hand and walked carefully to Vera's side. When she saw that he didn't continue to fly cards, she relaxed. He sat down with a sigh.

Vera kept turning the chair, "If you lose more than you win, your financial situation must be very bad, but if you can continue to bet, it proves that your family background is very good. Obviously, the salary of an art museum owner is impossible to support. "

"He has extra income..." Vika said quickly: "Use your own power to steal these famous paintings from the art gallery and make money!"

Vika slapped her head, pointed at Vera and said, "In order to prevent my own affairs from being exposed, I put the blame on you!"

Vera rolled her eyes, slapped Vika's arm away, and corrected: "It was fc who was blamed! Not me!"

"Okay...so what are you going to do?"

Vera pondered for a moment, "I just wonder how he made this painting disappear on its own."

Vika: "..."

Shouldn't you be concerned with how to clarify this matter? ? ?

Vera suddenly stood up and put on her coat.

Vika quickly frowned and said: "Two days ago, the leader of a gang here who ran an illegal boxing match was caught by someone, and a lot of inside stories were revealed, which implicated a lot of people. This Famous paintings from around the world were suddenly stolen. I think the current police must all be on steroids. You'd better not mess around."

"Since the painting was stolen by FC, of ​​course it needs to be in FC's hands, right?" Vera smiled very evilly and said: "I'll go to this guy's house and have a look. You are always ready to support me."

You didn't even listen to this warning!

"Did you agree to come to Moscow for vacation?"

The door slammed shut.

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Boom! !

In front of the platform, when the subway car stopped, it brought strong airflow. When it came to a complete stop, the platform suddenly became crowded during rush hour.

Anna is a woman who is very capable of expressing the beauty of traditional Russian women. She simply led a little girl with a bag until almost all the people who needed to get off the carriage got off, then she stood up and walked towards the door.

She has a charming smile and walks like a model walking on the catwalk. Her blend of traditional and modern beauty immediately attracted the attention of many men.

She seemed to be looking for something, looking around among the crowd.

"Stop. Don't turn around." Suddenly, Anna heard such a voice appear behind her.

The voice continued: "Now, slowly turn to the side of the falling iron track. Remember, don't turn around."

She even felt something behind her, poking her gently.

Even if the other party couldn't see it, Anna still showed a smile, tilted her head slightly, and said softly: "Yuri, relax... I'm glad that you told Mr. Yefim to let me talk to you. It's really nice to see you again. So happy."

Yuri sneered and said: "Really? Will this make you happier than when you were lying on Yefim's pig?"

Anna sighed and said: "Yuri, you should know that I also have my difficulties... I didn't really want to lie to you."

"Okay, Ms. Anna, I'm not a child, and I won't let myself get depressed because of this kind of thing. My anger has long since passed." Yuri said calmly: "I don't care whether you have feelings for me or not. None of this matters, I just want money, understand?”

Anna suddenly said: "I heard that you have something in your hand. What is it?"

"Do you think I'll let you ask?" Yuri sneered.

Anna nodded, "Okay, since you are so straightforward, then I will also be more straightforward... How much more do you want? In addition, don't you think, let us see, even a small part of it?" , will it be more convincing and a more favorable situation for you? Without proof, we will not give you something so easily."

While speaking, Anna quietly lowered her arms. In her palm, a small makeup mirror case quietly opened, swinging, and shining behind her.

"Ten million euros."

"No problem, but you must at least let us see part of the evidence first." Anna said calmly.

Yuri snorted coldly: "Do you think I will let you see it? There is no room for negotiation in this matter. You can only choose to give it or not!"

"Yuri." Anna suddenly called out, and turned around, facing Yuri.

"I told you not to turn around! Aren't you going to kill me?" Yuri's eyes widened, but he couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.

Anna smiled and looked at the clothes covering Yuri's arms. She stretched out her hand, grabbed Yuri's arm, and lifted the dress.

Move quickly.

"When will your fingers be able to shoot bullets?"

"Hmph!" Yuri snorted coldly and said with force: "What can you do even if you try it on? Do you think I will carry such an important thing with me? Let me tell you, if I can't go back safely , tomorrow, your affairs will be known to the whole of Moscow!"

"Don't be nervous." Anna pursed her lips and smiled, taking a step closer to Yuri.

"Don't come over!" Yuri took a step back subconsciously.

Anna was still walking in, and Yuri had to step back until he felt that he was leaning against the wall and had no way to retreat. He had to contemplate escaping this place.

But his arm was quickly grabbed by Anna, who moved quickly and kissed him on the lips in an instant.

The passionate kisses he had enjoyed night after night made him lose himself in this splendor.

But he woke up quickly!

One after another, the pain exceeded the limits of his body, causing his pupils to dilate rapidly.

Anna had a pistol in her hand. It was a small, silver, and very delicate pistol. The moment the subway entered the station, it rang several times amidst the harsh braking and the rumble of people falling to their knees.

across the piece of clothing that Yuri had grabbed before.

Two, or three?

When Anna's kiss left, it was also when her palm came up. Anna stood on tiptoes, like a whisper between lovers, and whispered in Yuri's ear: "Dear Yuri, maybe you don't know, I know you even better than you know yourself. The look in your eyes, I remember all the small actions in my mind... So talking is not something a good man should do."

"Anna..."

Yuri felt that his physical strength was rapidly leaving him.

"I will miss my days with you." Like a wife, Anna opened her clothes and threw herself on Yuri, "Goodbye."

She took a step back, turned around and walked into the subway car that was about to leave.

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You shouldn't stay here... you should leave this place.

He regretted this.

Yuri's body slowly slid down the wall. He didn't even have the strength to speak. When he sat completely on the ground, there was already a touch of bright red on the wall.

People finally discovered that there was an injured man here, and there was an unusual confusion. Some people came over to check, and some people quickly called an ambulance.

Yuri just felt that the voice was moving away from him, and the lights and shadows in his vision became hazy and overlapped.

He seemed to have caught something. When his body fell completely to the ground, he found a dark card in his hand... Was it the one he threw away?

Yuri didn't know.

But he heard the sound.

"Guest, what do you want?" (To be continued.)