"What?" For a moment, Anatoly couldn't understand why she was so concerned and then it dawned on him. Here, his image came first above all, even before the game. Trumper was unshaven and rarely decently dressed. He was the well-dressed, impeccably groomed one.

"Oh, yes. Of course I am. I'm doing it right now." He managed a small smile for her then turned to go right back into the bathroom, ignoring Florence's flurry of concern.

How he was going to get through this, he didn't even know.