The Art of the Bluff

He took another peek. A 7-2 offsuit, a really raw deal. He’d have to bluff on it. He glanced around the table. Emannuel looked smug, but he always did. He was weak. Keir looked like that Muppet, Beaker—he’d cave for sure. So would the Dutchman next to him. The kraut, he wasn’t sure about. His eyes shifted onto Giorgia, who was unfathomable; he’d like to get her alone sometime. “Raise,” he said, pushing his memecoin stack forward. He finally looked across at Volodymyr. 

      “Donald, you haven’t got the cards,” Volodymyr said. “Too bad there's no trump in this game.”

Inspired by Poker Game and this week's gathering of international leaders. Image based on a photo by Elina Manninen, modified by Copilot.