Busting Vegas: The MIT Whiz Kid Who Brought the Casinos to Their Knees

Busting Vegas: The MIT Whiz Kid Who Brought the Casinos to Their Knees

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by Ben Mezrich
     
 

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He played in casinos around the world with a plan to make himself richer than anyone could possibly imagine -- but it would nearly cost him his life.

Semyon Dukach was known as the Darling of Las Vegas. A legend at age twenty-one, this cocky hotshot was the biggest high roller to appear in Sin City in decades, a mathematical genius with a system the

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He played in casinos around the world with a plan to make himself richer than anyone could possibly imagine -- but it would nearly cost him his life.

Semyon Dukach was known as the Darling of Las Vegas. A legend at age twenty-one, this cocky hotshot was the biggest high roller to appear in Sin City in decades, a mathematical genius with a system the casinos had never seen before and couldn't stop -- a system that has never been revealed until now; that has nothing to do with card counting, wasn't illegal, and was more powerful than anything that had been tried before.

Las Vegas. Atlantic City. Aruba. Barcelona. London. And the jewel of the gambling crown -- Monte Carlo.

Dukach and his fellow MIT students hit them all and made millions. They came in hard, with stacks of cash; big, seemingly insane bets; women hanging on their arms; and fake identities. Although they were taking classes and studying for exams during the week, over the weekends they stormed the blackjack tables only to be harassed, banned from casinos, threatened at gunpoint, and beaten in Vegas's notorious back rooms.

The stakes were high, the dangers very real, but the players were up to the challenges, consequences be damned. There was Semyon Dukach himself, bored with school and broke; Victor Cassius, the slick, brilliant MIT grad student who galvanized the team; Owen Keller, with stunning ability but a dark past that would catch up to him; and Allie Simpson, bright, clever, and a feast for the eyes.

In the classroom, they were geeks. On the casino floor, they were unstoppable.

Busting Vega$ is Dukach's unbelievably true story; a riveting account of monumental greed, excess, hubris, sex, love, violence, fear, and statistics that is high-stakes entertainment at its best.

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Semyon Dukach was Las Vegas's worst nightmare. For nearly five years, this MIT prodigy and his buddies laid siege to Vegas blackjack tables, raking in tens of thousands of dollars at a single sitting. The breathtaking success of the youthful gamblers mystified casino owners ever watchful for conventional card counters. But Dukach's team of mathematicians and computer experts had devised a system far more sophisticated than mere counting. In Busting Vegas, Ben Mezrich describes how Dukach's plan made him almost unbelievably rich -- and nearly cost him his life.

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HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
03/17/2009
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304
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Busting Vegas
A True Story of Monumental Excess, Sex, Love, Violence, and Beating the Odds

Chapter One

The Ranch
Carson City, Nevada

Present Day

Way too much velvet for three in the afternoon. Even for an oasis in the middle of the desert, a place that reeked of perfume and cigar smoke and Jack Daniel's, a place that I had been directed to by a cocktail napkin scarred by bright red lipstick. The velvet seemed to flow from everywhere at once; snaking down the wood-paneled walls, erupting from the low, tiled ceiling in voluptuous, pulsating waves, bursting from the shadowy corners, undulating beneath the plush daybeds and aging sofas that lined both sides of the ornate parlor. The stiff, blustery air-conditioning wasn't helping matters; the blasts of frigid air made the velvet dance and shimmer like living tissue. As a visual, it was more nauseating than enticing.

It had been a long taxi ride from the Strip, and I was dead tired from the heat outside. Arid, desert heat, not the kind that makes you sweat. Rather, the kind that cooks your brain. It was early September, and in this part of Nevada, that still counted as summer. You had to be crazy to come this far out into the desert in summer. Crazier still, to come to a place like this in the middle of a Friday afternoon.

I stepped deeper into the parlor, calming my nerves with deep breaths of frigid perfume, smoke, and whiskey. I wondered if the taxi was still waiting outside, as I had asked, or if the driver had simply pulled away as soon as I'd passed through the metal gate and made my way to the wire-screened front door. I certainlywouldn't have blamed him. Anyone deviant enough to pay three hundred bucks for the ride out to this ranch in the middle of nowhere deserved what was coming to him. I was no exception.

The truth was, this wasn't my first time in a place like this. For the past ten years, I'd traveled the world in search of stories, and sometimes those stories took me to places you really couldn't talk about at cocktail parties. Places like this ranch of paneled wood and velvet; a low, squat building that from the outside seemed to blend into the horizon -- except for the neon sign on the roof and the decorative hitching posts in the driveway.

I took another step into the parlor, a circular space cluttered with anachronistic furniture, braced on one side by a long, mahogany bar. The bar stools were the same color as the velvet, a dusty crimson, and the sofas and daybeds had been upholstered to match. There were paintings on the walls, most of them of horses, a few of women and men in Wild West getups: hoop skirts, cowboy hats, boots with spurs. Kitschy, except I was pretty sure some of the paintings were authentic, since I knew that this place had existed, in some form or another, since the days of boots with spurs. An institution, of sorts, certainly more permanent than the neon behemoths of the Vegas Strip, built on something more primitive, seductive, and, indeed, human than the vice that had founded Sin City itself.

I'd almost made it to the middle of the room when I saw the woman sitting at the stool at the far end of the bar.Midfifties, short, squat, wearing a pink summer dress and white, high-heeled shoes. Her hair was a mop of curls, and her lipstick was an unnerving shade of orange. There was a glass of brown liquid on the bar in front of her. It could have been Coke, but just as easily whiskey. She heard my progress through the parlor and turned, but there wasn't any surprise in her gaze. I guessed that despite the heat and the time of day, this place still had its fair share of visitors.

She slid off her stool and turned toward me, smiling an orange smile.

"Welcome, stranger." She didn't seem to really look at me, instead focusing on a point just left of my ear. Seemed like force of habit; maybe she didn't want to remember my face. "Have a seat on any of the couches, and I'll show you what we've got."

I lowered myself onto one of the daybeds, tucking my legs under the plush material. I was trembling beneath my white cotton buttondown shirt, but the truth was, it was more anticipation than fear. Even though I was there for different reasons than the average client, the thrill was impossible to ignore.

The woman leaned back against the bar and clapped her hands. Then she cleared her throat.

"Ladies from the right!"

There was a shuffling sound, then a door opened along the right wall of the parlor. The first woman who came through the open doorway was ridiculously tall, maybe six feet, and her eight-inch stiletto heels made her seem almost gargantuan. She had flowing blond hair, glowing strands twisting down over her bare shoulders, gold rivulets dancing down the cavern of her surgically enhanced chest. Her bright red lingerie left little to the imagination. She was pretty, certainly, but more than a little terrifying as well. And she wasn't alone.

She was followed across the parlor by three more women, all in brightly colored lingerie and stripper heels. Two of them blond, one African-American. One of the blondes was short, a little more rounded, with a circular face and ovoid eyes. She could have been nineteen, if not for the spiderweb of lines at the edges of her overly pursed lips. The other blonde was much older, though she carried herself well. Surgery, again, and a lot of makeup, expertly applied in thick swatches across her cheeks, under her eyes, across her lips. The black girl was the only one of the four who was smiling, and it helped her stand out even more; she was by far the most beautiful of the girls, and she wouldn't have looked out of place on the pages of a magazine. Five nine, thin, smooth, brown legs, and a rounded, natural chest. Her outfit was lacy and white and fit perfectly over her curves.

Busting Vegas
A True Story of Monumental Excess, Sex, Love, Violence, and Beating the Odds
. Copyright © by Ben Mezrich. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Ben Mezrich graduated magna cum laude from Harvard in 1991. He has published twelve books, including the New York Times bestsellers The Accidental Billionaires, which was adapted into the Academy Award-winning film The Social Network, and Bringing Down the House, which has sold more than 1.5 million copies in twelve languages and became the basis for the Kevin Spacey movie 21. Mezrich has also published the national bestsellers Sex on the Moon, Ugly Americans, Rigged, and Busting Vegas. He lives in Boston.

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Kendra1818 More than 1 year ago
Ben Mezrich's novel Busting Vegas is a mesmerizing true story about a few ordinary MIT students whose lives are changed after coming across a flyer stating: "MAKE MONEY OVER THE SUMMER. PLAY WITH THE MIT BLACKJACK TEAM. SATURDAY MORNING, APRIL 12. ROOM262" (Mezrich 19). The formed MIT team traveled around Las Vegas to some of the most famous casinos as well as some well-known casinos in Europe including the Monte Carlo. Using just three techniques, Semyon, Owen, Allie, and Victor took down many casinos making millions of dollars. Although, it wasn't all fun and games; the team encounters countless amounts of trouble on their journey to wealth. Busting Vegas shows us the many consequences that can be created by greed. For example, Owen almost takes his own life after shooting up heroin because of his greed when he loses two hundred thousand dollars of the teams money. Even after having guns pointed at them numerous times, the team cannot back away from their addiction to money and the greed that is eating them alive. I liked this book for a few reasons. Busting Vegas was a very fast ride, with great attention to detail that helped paint an elaborate picture in my mind. I had very few dislikes when it came to this novel. However, it had a bit of a slow beginning which made it kind of difficult to get into but once the pace picked up, it became very difficult to put down. Other than that, it was an excellent read. People who enjoy books that keep you on your toes should be sure to pick this book up. It is an exhilarating ride that will keep your heart racing until the very end. Other recommended works by Ben Mezrich include Bringing Down the House and Ugly Americans. Overall, I think this book deserves a rating of four stars.
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Loved this book. I had a hard time putting it down. This book kept me up too late many times. I couldn't wait to continue reading this book. I only read True Crime. I would highly recommend this book.
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DaveAzBc More than 1 year ago
The story about a bunch of MIT geeks who beat the casinos was fascinating. On the other hand, I did not much like the author's choice of how he told the story. He jumped back and forth in time and I found myself lost as to whether a described event was now, or then, or just when? Perhaps he felt he needed to juice it up a little and add drama, but I think it just added confusion!
Kubby More than 1 year ago
what a great book those MIT students were awsome
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ChrisJones3 More than 1 year ago
Ben Mezrich’s story is about a young MIT student by the name of Semyon Dukach that learns how to play blackjack in a very intelligent and amazing way it’s not by cheating or by card counting but by something else that This MIT blackjack team has invented. Mezrich describes how Semyon made millions by doing the impossible, by busting Vegas. The main message that Mezrich is writing this novel for is to explain a very interesting story of a Russian lower class MIT student that learns to play blackjack in a very unusual way and win by doing it. He also explains the crazy story that he went through to make this insanely large amount of money. In this book Mezrich travels around with Semyon and gets the story straight for him the book goes from the past to present day where Mezrich is actually in Semyon’s real life. He asserts himself into his life and gets person data on his life and his incredible story. Mezrich’s writing style is very interesting and pulls you into the story. It’s really hard to put the book down. He explains everything to every last detail which is nice because you can see what is going on very well. It really paints a picture in your mind. But also as he does that it can drag on and on maybe too much. In some of those incandesces you just want him to get over it. In my opinion he needs to calm down on the in dept details of something that isn’t that big of a deal, but definitely doesn’t need to cut those out completely. He also uses very big and advanced words. Usually doesn’t affect the knowledge of what is happening so I think that it’s good word choice and a smart novel and makes you think. Another thing that I would change about the story would be going back and forth between past and present situations, because the chapter gets really interesting and then all of a sudden switches to a different subject and you forget the interesting and thing that pulled you into the book. I would definitely recommend this book to another person it was probably one of the best books I read it was really interesting and hard to put down. Mezrich really made the life of being a high roller blackjack player very fun and was tempting. Mezrich really made Seymon Dukach a cool and crazy guy that made a lot of money. It was a very good read and I would recommend it to everyone.
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