Life is a game. But there are rules in it.

People like to play. With your life, with the life of a loved one, sometimes you just throw yourself into cards.

But he did not like playing at all, he saved his fortune. I could only look one eye at how others play. I did not love until I learned one terrible secret.

One grandmother, the countess, was very clever, she knew the secret combination of cards. Loss is not possible. One hundred percent chance of winning.

The principles are principles, but for the sake of this it is possible to seduce a grandmother, get into the house, all in order to find out the secret.

The old woman at the barrel of the pistol died of fear, but her ghost was much more accommodating. Three cards, three wonderful cards - a three, seven, an ace! And it raced ...

Girls - red hearts, on the watch - seven, men - all the aces. No extraneous thoughts, only maps. Three - won, seven - won. There was an ace - a solid jackpot.

But fortune has a changeable nature. And instead of an ace, a queer lady winked maliciously.

If you, having lost, wilted - like Pushkin in "The Queen of Spades", you will stay with the lady of the peak.

Do not despair. There is always a chance to win back!

You can play with your own destiny. But in this game she will always remain the winner.