August 1941, the Portuguese Riviera, double agent Dushko Popov enters the hall of the packed casino Estoril.

Under sparkling chandeliers, elegantly dressed men and women gamble big money

on spins of the roulette wheels. Popov heads to the bar. He's wearing a Saville-Roe tuxedo,

and there's $38,000 in his breast pocket. His German spymaster gave him the money earlier this evening. Popov's supposed

to use it to pay the two British spies he claims to have recruited for the Germans, but in reality,

those spies are actually British intelligence officers and he's going to give the money to

MI6 first thing tomorrow morning.

The bartender greets Popov.

Good evening, Mr Popov. The usual?

Yes, please.

As the bartender prepares his drink, Popov lights a cigarette and checks behind him.

And, just as he expected, his new shadow is there.

All evening Popov's been tailed by a British naval intelligence officer called Ian Fleming.

Popov doesn't know why Fleming's following him,

but he assumes he's there to keep an eye on the money headed MI6's way.

After all, it is ten times what the average person earns

every year. Popov picks up his drink and approaches the gambling tables. He sits at an oval-shaped

table where people are playing a form of baccarat, known as Chomain de Ferre. The croupier prepares for the next round.

Banker is Dr. Block. Popov looks at Block. He's a small, wealthy man with a reputation for

arrogant play. Popov notices Fleming, positioning for a clear view of the table. The

Croupier turns to block.

Banger to call. Block sits back and folds his arms so that they rest on his ample belly.

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