The curtains flew open and two people entered the hall. The last ones. There will be no one else.
The hall was quite small. Subdued, and rather dim light, dark walls. A gambling table in the center. Not everyone got into this hall. Few knew about it. Of these few, only some knew how to find it. And of this small part, even fewer had at least some interest or desire to get there. Therefore, for the most part, the mystery was not due to the fact that not everyone would be allowed there, but because there never was a stream of people willing to get in.
The location of the hall was as from some cliché-rich movie. You should get lost in the middle of tangled narrow streets, accidentally get on one less sightly, but certainly fraught with something, walk to a certain building, go into the courtyard, see a door visually not suitable to the surroundings, open it, enter some bar or casino, walk confidently to its farther corner, where the curtain will be, through which you will get inside.
There were five chairs round the table. The last two who entered took their places. They went in together, but, as it turned out, were not even familiar with each other.
“Good evening. Let's get started,” said the man sitting in the center of the table and, apparently, playing the role of the dealer. “Before we begin, you must present your gifts.”
The other four people began to take things out of their pockets and bags and put them on the table. Each person had to give one item. But special, of value. They laid down on the table: an old photograph with a torn edge, some book, car keys, and an urn with ashes. The dealer looked around these gifts, a couple of times, looking at them, thought for a while, once smiled slightly, and then, after replacing all of them from the table onto the low cabinet behind him, said:
“Well. Let's move on. Here is a roulette wheel. As you can see, it is not an ordinary one with numbers. This one has just empty pockets. However, each of them has a meaning. I am entrusted with the knowledge of these meanings. Each of you spins the roulette wheel once, after which I say the meaning.”
“But how do we know that what you say is actually the correct meaning?”
The dealer looked at the questioner with a face impassive, glared at him, and simply said:
“Everyone ready to play?”
Silence was in the hall. The one that meant consent. Consent, which companions are fear, uncertainty, indecision, awe.
The first person to spin the roulette wheel was the one who gave the car keys. When it stopped and the ball fell into one of the empty pockets, the dealer turned and said:
“Stand up and hit the person who brought the photo. And you…” he turned to the one who brought the photo: “you must not allow this person to hit you.”
“But I haven’t yet…” the person with the photograph began to object, but the first player had already got up from the chair and was heading towards. Then he jumped up and ran to the side. The owner of the keys did not stop. From his appearance, from his gait, it was clear that no verbal convictions, appeals to morality would stop him. And then the chase began. They first ran around the hall, around the table, and then ran out of the hall together and never ran inside again. The chase continued somewhere outside.
Having waited a couple of minutes, so that even the ringing in the ears would die down after this excessive activity, the dealer gave a sign to the person who brought the book - now it's his turn.
He spun the roulette, the ball again hit one of the many empty pockets. The dealer paused to think (it was his special attitude - he made pauses in almost every action, consciously or not - maybe it was assumed that this would make more sense of what he was doing or saying), took the car keys, which the first player brought and gave to the one who was now spinning the roulette without a word. He took the keys and remained at the table.
The turn of the last player has come. All the same. Roulette. Ball. Empty pocket. And almost instant words of the dealer:
“Go away.”
And the last player got up and left. Only the dealer and the one who got the keys remained in the hall. He continued to hold them in a slightly outstretched hand, as if not fully accepting them. Then he just threw them on the table saying:
“I don’t need them.”
“Well ...” the dealer put them back on the cabinet. “How is it outside? Still only a few of those who are interested?”
“Perhaps yes, the same.”
“Do you know the interested ones yourself?”
“No, none in my network.”
“Would you like to work as a dealer?”
“To be honest, I have no desire.”
The dealer sagely nodded his head. The question that he had long ceased to ask seriously. From time to time, he suddenly asked someone, when the conversation was going well, but usually it was like that, automatically, without expecting a positive answer. And, at times he wondered, if suddenly someday someone would say “yes”, then most likely the joy of liberation would be immediately followed by sadness - after all, who else but him knows how to do this business! It is unlikely that he would be able to leave it...
Emerging from the abyss of his thoughts, the dealer saw the last player pulling the curtains and leaving the hall.
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