I see nothing other than a simple boardgame

[chesspolitik]

Isn't it strange the complications
People attach to situations
Almost as if they want to miss
The wood for the trees

Nothing will change my basic feeling
When they've done all their wheeler-dealing
Those in the strongest situations
Do as they please -- The Arbiter (Chess)

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[decourcyonrocks.livejournal.com]

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.

[molokovcocktail.livejournal.com]

After he parted from Walter, his first order of business was to pay a visit to Sergievsky's estranged wife. There was no doubt in his mind that she would help them. She had no other choice if she wished to keep her home and children.

No, this would be an easy sell. She had the difficult part, convincing Anatoly, but he knew the man well. His guilt was already eating at him. An hour with her and he would fall, as he always had before. There could be no other outcome.

He straightened his jacket before knocking on the door. "Comrade Sergievsky. Let me in." He paused then added as a courtesy. "Please."

[decourcyonrocks.livejournal.com]

There was almost a skip in his step as Walter walked down the hallway of the hotel, looking for the room number he'd charmed out of the receptionist. Despite the fact that Ms. Vassey hadn't slept in the room she shared with Sergievsky, Walter wasn't at all worried. The bait he had to dangle was too good for her to ignore and thus, the plan would go accordingly. The more pressure on Sergievsky the better.

He knocked on the door and resisted the urge to whistle as he waited for Florence to answer.

[molokovcocktail.livejournal.com]

As Molokov methodically searched the hotel for the mysterious Mr. Luthor, he couldn't help but think Walter had the better end of the deal. He only had to talk to Ms. Vassey; it would be an easy task to cajole her into doing what they wanted. Luthor would be an entirely different matter.

He found his quarry in the lobby heading over, giving him his best warm and friendly smile. "Mr. Luthor. Might I have a word with you?"