The game - our one true guiding light

[chesspolitik]

Strange island happenings might come and go, but nothing could keep Anatoly away from his routine. Tea in the morning and chess in the afternoon until he was gently reminded by someone to put the board away and get something to eat. It wasn't exciting, perhaps, but it was something all his own and he was finally free to keep it.

This afternoon, he was contemplating Kasparov once more, determined to wrest every bit of knowledge he could from the grandmaster. The chess board had been set up to reflect the particular game he was studying, and he had a listing of the play-by-play next to him. The man was brilliant, and it was a deep shame that he would most likely never meet him.

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[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"We're family, or close enough. Nothing can just change that," he said, loyally.

He considered his next move, realizing belatedly that he was staring at a configuration looking rather like an intersection of one way and do not enter. Tapping his fingers lightly on the edge of the table, he wondered where he'd made a mistake.

[chesspolitik]

"Family is very important," Anatoly agreed a bit wistfully. "Especially here where your own may not be here. I am glad for you all that you've found each other here. It surely makes it all easier."

Glancing at the board, he was fairly confident that he had Bart on the run, but he was far too seasoned a player to show it in his bearing. It wasn't over yet.

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather have the family I chose. My grandfather doesn't even want to me to call him that. He says it makes him feel old. And my twin, well, the less said about him, the better," he said.

Bart thought he might have one last trick up his sleeve, but it would have to wait until the right moment. Sometimes the overlooked pieces could regain power.

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Anatoly was quiet for a few moments. He didn't know the situation between Bart's grandfather or his twin, but he couldn't help but wonder if what Bart felt was perhaps what his own own children felt about him. It was likely that while he was here, he would never know.

At least he was on surer ground with the chess. "Check."

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"Hrmph," Bart said, taking the offending piece. It had been a fork, so he took the branch that seemed more advantageous in the end. He was going to make a good show of it, at least.

[chesspolitik]

While Bart was making a truly valiant effort, he was heading down the direction that Anatoly had slowly and painstakingly set before him. The trap was all but set and it would all be over in a few moves.

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

His army decimated, and not in the original sense of the word, Bart finally relented with the available moves had narrowed to the point of no return. With a single flick of his fingers, he knocked down his king, then held out his hand to Anatoly.

"Clearly, this isn't my game. You should see me at Tetris. It's even a Russian game, at least originally."

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Anatoly shook Bart's hand firmly. "It was a well-fought game. You should not feel any shame in that. You managed to defeat Freddie, which is no small thing at all."

"Tetris? What is this?"

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"A video game. You have to line up falling pieces to make rows before the stacks reach the top. It's addictive, but pretty simple to learn. The real trick is learning to play well," he tried to explain.

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There weren't many games that could pull Anatoly away from his beloved chess, but Tetris sounded intriguing and had the benefit of being Russian to its advantage. "You will have to show me sometimes," he said. "It sounds interesting."

[slowspeedster.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to see if anyone has it," Bart said, smiling slightly. He wouldn't even try too hard to beat him. Not at first.