What Anatoly hadn't known from his study of Freddie's games, he had wheedled out of Florence, but he judged that telling him that would be a poor idea, to put it mildly. In any case, that had been a different situation then what was happening on screen.

What decision would this Anatoly make? He thought he knew but he couldn't be sure. In this version as in his life, there was too many complications going on and no real time to make a decision.

The scene changed and he blinked, tugging on Freddie's shirt to get his attention. "Tal? Lasker? Are they - are they naming the champions?"