Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

It was early in the morning and Walter was heading down to the hotel bar with practically a skip in his step. Today was the day of the match, but before hand there was a whole other chess game to play. A chess game where he was the master, he and Molokov. And if everything played to plan, Walter would be the official winner...but his Russian counterpart wouldn't be leaving the table empty handed.

Speaking of his Russian counterpart, Walter spotted him at the end of the bar and threw his sunglasses down on the table before sitting on the stool beside him and ordering a coffee. "Good Morning." He said in a very chipper and confident voice.