in the poker club I talk to the cigars a few gray-haired uncles (chel under nick 1 gives private lessons on poker, the hero of the dialogue, call him Sergey, system administrator)

1: Imagine, yesterday to me at class computer worker Serega came, paid for five lessons in advance and sat down to watch, so next to me. I rotated two dozen deals with him, so to show how to define the enemy's hand. The meaning of spending is clear: the student likes and he is very willing to learn the same. This pepper after 15 minutes of watching just killed me drunk. Instead of shouting I also want to, he stated that all of this is "hren's magic" and in order to do so, you must literally "sell your soul to the devil". And fell down!
2nd th. When he jumps with the drum and the server speaks, it’s okay.
1: let him have two higher education, and he carries such an achine, you can think rationally.
3: Get rid of the man! The soul is not sold twice, either in the drum or in poker.