The rivals

Every face is painted in code by the game's own painters, every line of table talk written by hand, in Russian and in English. Difficulty is not a slider here. It is a person, and you have met all four of them. Tap a mood to see it.

Tolya, a kid with a bowl cut and rosy cheeks
Five moods, painted in code. No sprites, no photos.
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Tolya

Толя · the neighbour's kid

Still learning the ropes. Practices against his grandma and quotes her constantly, mostly at the wrong moments. Blunders in waves, then plays one move so good you will wonder who is really holding his cards.

How he plays: leads low, hoards trumps far too long, forgets what is in the discard. Stay patient and he beats himself. This is the table where you learn, or where you teach your own kid.

"I meant to do that."
"Grandma says trumps are for emergencies."
"Wait. No. Wait."
Zina, round glasses and a red headscarf
Five moods, painted in code. No sprites, no photos.
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Zina

Зина · sharp from dacha summers

Thirty summers of after-dinner durak on a dacha porch, and every one of them is in her hands. Friendly right up until you get greedy, which she considers a personal invitation.

How she plays: solid fundamentals, remembers roughly what you took, and never chases. She waits for you to overreach, with a gardener's patience, then takes the round apart.

"Not my first rodeo, dear."
"You took the six. I remember the six."
"Patience is free, dear. Take some."
Semyonych, flat cap, squint and a serious moustache
Five moods, painted in code. No sprites, no photos.
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Semyonych

Семёныч · thirty years on the night train

Provodnik on the night train for thirty years. Durak in the service car with whoever could not sleep, every night, against every kind of player. He has seen your trick before, twice, in worse weather.

How he plays: counts what has left the table, presses hard when the deck runs low, and keeps one trump back for the exact card you are proudest of.

"Not bad. For a passenger."
"Seen this trick. It lost then too."
"The night train teaches counting."
Baba Shura, silver bun, warm shawl and small sharp eyes
Five moods, painted in code. No sprites, no photos.
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Baba Shura

Баба Шура · counts every card

Counting every card since 1962. She does not bluff, does not gloat, and does not lose often enough for you to check whether she gloats. Refuses to sit in cheat rooms; she considers them beneath the game.

How she plays: near-perfect memory, reads the whole endgame the moment the deck empties. Beat her honestly and tell people. They will not believe you.

"I count. That is the whole secret."
"Sit. Deal. We will see."
"In 1962 I lost a game. I remember the card."

Pick your poison

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