Vetrov Гриша - Игра на смерть
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Cards Money two trunks
I knock out the player
My sapper is not so simple
The dexterity of the hands is smart.

I throw a map on the table
The gun is charged with mine
Money is not driving for me
Passion for the game and bullet in the forehead.

I do not need a manner in the game
I see cards through and through
How don't I play my trick in that
At the end remains one alive.

Honest player where the catch
How he recognized my card
The end of the game of the card in the blood
Wounded the player he lost everything
He did not help him cleverly
He underestimated my game.