Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Freddie nearly choked in an effort not to laugh. He and Anatoly understood each other, that was the real problem. It had been one thing when they'd just been bitter rivals. It became something else when they saw each other's lives played for them out on screen. Freddie leaving the game. Anatoly intentionally losing, the bastard. Now, Freddie didn't want to destroy the other man. Oh, there were definite times he did. There were times when he was royally pissed at something Anatoly had done. Then destruction certainly entered into the picture. Mostly, he just wanted to push. On and off the board.

Their conflict...it was just a part of who they were. He had a temper; she knew that. Did she not know that Anatoly had a temper to rival his own?

"If you're tired of it, you don't have to watch it." He shot Anatoly a glare at that last remark. Oh, he'd get what was coming to him for it, no doubt about that.