Blackjack for a Dilettante

Got an extra apartment as an inheritance? My condolences! Never, do you hear me, never let tenants into it! The one who, not sparing me, dragged me into someone else’s Great Game—the stake is life. Competitors are nothing but cold-blooded freaks, and my trump card is my incredible desire to get out of it, along with my nonstandard skills as an ordinary-looking tenant—an individual who is dark, unusual, and difficult to get along with. Formerly: “Agents, please don’t contact.” Contains profanity.