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[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]

Bart had been watching Anatoly play for a few minutes, drinking a glass of juice. He knew the game, but he also knew that Gary Kasparov was also a man who was a poor sport about being beaten by a machine. As if he hadn't gotten paid enough for that farce.

When he saw an opening, he went over to the board and casually shifted one piece before sitting down to see how the chess master would respond to the entire build-up falling apart.