He doesn’t ever find it necessary to say much. But with @parieur, it usually is much the same. A quiet contentment between two men whose histories intertwine with a certain comraderie you find when it comes to chess. At least for the two of them. Vasily leans forward, and one can almost see just the merest shadow of a smile.
“You fly me out to the other side of the world just so I can beat you in a game of chess, old friend?” He’s not one to gloat, and he’s not gloating now. But the pressure of high-stakes this chess game is not—- more of a reunion of a sorts.













