MARGAUX
The smell of cigarette richly filled the air, the sound of the cards being shuffled and the chips restacked rung loud and clear among the gathered gentlemen in the private sector of La Casa del Maximo, Maxim, Kevin's Russian friend's very own Casino in the very heart of Russia.
Twirling the champagne inside the flute in my hand, Kevin caught my stare,
He was playing along with the burly men, a mask hiding each of their faces. The black suit fitted him so well that his hair gave him the suave look without much of an effort.
Like everyone else gathered in the private section of the Casino, each gentleman at the round table who was playing poker was wearing exquisite suits.
I, on the other hand, was sitting on the billiard table directly opposite where Kevin was.
The black dress I had chosen was a perfect match to my newly dyed hair in similitude to that of a raven.
