Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Throughout the whole match, Lex hadn't been able to take his eyes off Anatoly. He'd planned on keeping a close eye on Molokov and de Courcy to make sure they didn't dare pull anything, but once Anatoly started playing chess, really playing chess unlike Lex had ever seen, it was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. It was intense and passionate, like a true battle of the mind. Lex only fell more in love.

Yesterday had been hard. Not so much the wheeling and dealing, as Lex could do that in his sleep. It had been convincing Anatoly that he needed to win that had been difficult. Knowing what he did about the Soviet Union, Lex knew there was no way in hell that Florence's father was alive. And as for getting Svetlana out, Lex had promised to do everything he could. He already had a few ideas but he would have to see if they would even work. As it was, she only had to survive a few more years before the Soviet Union fell anyway.

Once the game was won, Lex made sure he was the first to get to Anatoly, just in case anyone dared retribution. Though the main thought going through his mind was how soon he could get Anatoly away so he could snog him stupid for putting on such a brilliant show at doing what he did best.