Percival Dovetail, a local cardsharp, considers his good fortune: "Hmm...this idiot walked in here with an enormous bag of money, bragged about his poker skills, and now is showing me every one of his cards? This may well be a lucrative evening."
Indeed, Mr. Dovetail was able to have a wonderful steak dinner, invest in an oil well, and did parlay the rest of his winnings into a rather upscale home and profitable brothel.
The unfortunate Mr. Shitoocaca was recalled from his position at the embassy and then reassigned back in the home country as a garbage collector.
Yes, I suspect his facial expressions may have given his intentions away. This was when the Soviet Union was still run by workers for a few years. The garbageman probably wasn't ready for his role as a gambling, drinking diplomat.
A gentleman at another table overheard Mr. Dovetail say, āA dog could play better poker than you!ā went home and painted such a scene, and made his own fortune in the kitsch art market.