русская рулетка
"You're a fucking cheater!" screamed the enraged man looking at the woman's winning hand.
"I can assure you, sir, I always play by the rules." responded the women, smirking.
"Like hell you do, that was the fourth time you won in a row!" said the same man.
"If you really are that upset about losing, let's play another game. If you win, you can take all the money and I'll never come back to this bar." she said.
"And if you win?" he asked.
"Well, with this game if I win you wont have to worry about what I do."
"Let's play, tell me the rules." The woman chuckled and opened her white jacket. She pulled from it a revolver that was placed inside a hidden holster. She emptied it of it's bullets and picked up one.
"There is five empty chambers in this gun and one loaded chamber." The woman spun the chambers and placed the gun up to her hed without an outward sign of fear. "There is two of us, we both put the guns up to our heads and pull the trigger." She pulled the trigger of the gun up to her head. Nothing happened.
"You're insane." the man said as the woman offered him the gun. He still took the gun and placed it up to his own head with shaking hands. The sweat poured down his face. He started to wonder if the money was really worth it, but it wasn't just the money on the line here. He looked around to see half the bar was watching them. If he didn't pull the trigger then he would lose his selfrespect and the little money he had. He held his breath and pulled the trigger. Time appeared to slow down and the suspense was so thick, he thought he would choke.
"You are still alive." the woman said sarcasticly as she waited for the man to come back to his senses. She then took the gun and pointed it at her own head again and again she lived. She handed the gun back to the man. Time seemed to move painfully slow again. He heard the click as he pulled the trigger. He handed the gun back to the mysterious woman. She once again pulled the trigger. He took the gun again. This was there last "turns", now was the time he either won or died.
His hands were shaking and sweat was dripping off his face. Adreneline pumped through him, he was too far to turn back now. He pulled the trigger slowly he heard the click and almost dropped the gun. He didn't feel any pain or hear a loud bang. He looked up and saw the woman smiling.
"Congratulations," she said, "You won." The women took the gun out of his hands and placed it against her head. "But that means that I lose." She pulled the trigger with a twisted smile displayed upon her face.
