What the hell? How was the fucking Russian so composed? It was distracting and Freddie could barely keep his concentration on the board when he wasn't considering his next move.

After he moved his bishop into a defensive position, Freddie looked around the room to find something else to concentrate on. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the bald man from the cab. Lex Luthor. Who'd been working for the Russian ever since the press conference. Shame, the man had a nice ass. Unfortunately, it seemed to be in Anatoly's growing collection. Selfish bastard.