Cattle. That's all we are to them... cattle.
Why all the fuss?
Welcome, maestro, welcome.
Traveling through Europe is becoming unbearable.
I was a prisoner in my compartment as soon as we left Berlin.
The types they allow to roam free.
Why you chose to travel ahead...
There must be kinder ways of expressing independence.
Your letters were very cryptic. Who have you seen?
No one.
In two weeks?
And we're next to each other?
I've taken a room at the back. It's quieter.
Maestro, we're across now, safe and sound.
Welcome.
You're the first of our honored competitors to arrive.
Why is the hotel in such a state of excitement?
It's the whole town as well. It's the world championship chess tournament.
I don't believe you've had your nose in a book for two weeks.
- Well, I've walked a lot too. - No wonder you've made no friends.
There's an interesting young man.
Natalia.
This place is in fast decline.
So much is evident.
I'll have the soup and the fish.
Stop! "Aleksandr"!
"Aleksandr", no!
Will you listen to me? Come back!
"Aleksandr", everybody has to go to school one day.
It's the best possible school.
Fathers have to fight to get their sons accepted.
And I fought for you.
I fought like a lion.
Your fellow countryman?
You've made a point of memorizing the nationalities of the guests?
Only the interesting ones.
I'm Jean de Stassard.
Natalia Katkov.
You know that unfortunate man?
Why unfortunate?
Yes, perhaps ''unfortunate'' is unkind of me.
"Aleksandr Ivanovich Luzhin" could be anything he wants to be...
believe it or not.
That man is a genius.
Ah, Mama, this is "Jean de Stassard".
So delighted.
I believe it's "Comte de Stassard", n'est-ce pas?
Would you do me the honor of dining with us this evening?
I'd be delighted.
Mama, shall we?
Right through.
Poor material, you see.
Don't put them back in there.
It seems very precious.
You should take more care of it.
It's for you.
Where is he?
Where is the scamp?
He's not hiding from his Aunt Anna, is he?
He wouldn't dare!
Come back!
Yes!
Come here.
He's just like his father.
I saw it in "Kuragin's" window. I just thought, a memento of a wonderful day.
It's exquisite.
It's not a toy. Hmm?
Other guests are arriving.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's the fault of your wayward sister.
As usual.
Come along, "Aleksandr".
- Can you still see her? - Just about.
- To the middle? - Of course.
My mother has a very vivid imagination, and nothing would please her better.
Nor me.
And I shall row back only when I have found out everything about you.
Well, I was hoping for a much longer and more interesting journey.
Your best loved opera, most adored poem...
favorite symphony...
favorite walk...
most cherished and treasured object, worst fear...
best landscape...
most deeply held conviction, most inspired--
Nosiest boating expedition ever.
The honor of being added to the list.
Yes?
I-I wanted--
About...
yesterday--
Thank you for--
I was losing things.
Oh, please, don't mention it.
It was very kind of you.
Are you...
enjoying the resort?
Yes.
- Are you here for the tournament? - Yes, I--
So, how long have you been playing chess?
I'm sorry. What a very dull question. You must think me very--
Nine thousand two hundred and sixty-three days...
four hours and five minutes.
I stayed here once before...
at this hotel, as a child.
My parents brought me to recover from an illness.
And there was a chess tournament, Just the same as now.
Patterns repeating themselves. Different moves, though.
Third.
I came third.
I was only 12 and sick...
and still I came third.
I'll show you where the hall was...
where they held the tournament.
Well, I promised my mother that--
Yes! Yes, yes.
Come on.
It was around here somewhere.
Three-storied white marble, nine arches, nine tall windows, three fanlights...
six carved figures, nine small windows in a square...
two domes, three spires, two bell towers.
I was brought here for the air.
My father was unlucky.
He thought there would be no interest in chess here...
and we landed right in a tournament.
I'm well now.
Bit of rheumatism, shortness of breath...
and last year I had the piles.
Some of the most respectable players took part in it.
Ah, here-- here we are.
It hasn't changed a bit.
Of course it's a Jewish conspiracy.
It was invented by a Jew, it's run by Jews... it's a conspiracy.
Do you really think the radio is that dangerous?
What is the matter, "Natalia"? You're being very dull.
I'm sorry. Am I?
The chess player.
He's probably locked away from any distractions.
They say he will stay for hours in a dark room, planning his moves.
Not on the board. In his head.
Fascinating.
Absolutely fascinating.
Aleksandr was so brave, really so brave.
He sat right up front. Didn't you? Not a squeak out of him.
And the speed of this thing-- I thought my heart was going to burst.
That wasn't fast. We could've gone much faster.
That is so cheeky!
You had your eyes closed the whole time.
I did not!
My dear, whatever is the matter?
I want to learn.
What a thin little neck you have.
I can almost clasp it with one hand.
Your money we live on.
All we hear about is your money!
All right.
This is your king.
He's the most important piece on the board...
and he knows it...
but his moves are limited.
One square at a time.
He's weighed down by his own pomp and circumstance.
The queen, she's more agile.
She's brave and she's cunning...
and she can move as far as she likes.
Your opponent will fear her enormously.
- Aleksandr, go to your room. - I'm playing chess.
Go to your room!
"Aleksandr," why aren't you at school?
That's good.
Check again.
Mate.
Very good.
There really is no easy way of saying this, I'm afraid.
It is one of the most difficult tasks that I have as a teacher.
I can see very few prospects in your son continuing his education with us.
Perhaps another school might be the answer...
a less demanding environment.
We've given him every encouragement-- literature, art, music.
My wife's father was a composer recognized by the academy.
- Surely "Aleksandr's" background-- - Three weeks, you say.
He's been playing truant for three weeks?
We assumed illness. I'm sorry.
Our son cheats...
Just as you cheat.
I'm surrounded by cheats.
"Aleksandr," please!
Well, what a day.
What a day.
I shan't want to eat. I've already dined with your "Aunt Anna."
No, "Aleksandr," you'll stay.
Brooding alone in your room, it's not healthy.
I'm sure we could find something else to amuse you down here.
How about some magic?
You used to be so good at it.
I know.
I could teach you chess.
As "Pushkin's" doomed duelist said...
"Let's start...
if you're willing."
Check.
If you do that, that's mate.
And if you do that, you lose your queen.
Well, that one doesn't count.
Let's start again.
Checkmate.
You can't still be playing.
It's past midnight.
Good night, Papa.
Good serve!
Hello!
Oh, hello.
I want you to be my wife.
I implore you to agree.
Now everything will be different and wonderful. Everything will change.
You see, the first time...
when you spoke...
your voice--
All my life...
I've been waiting to hear--
All my life--
Please.
Please compose yourself.
Excuse me.
Do you not think, before proposing marriage, you should ask me my name?
What is it?
"Natalia Katkov".
I'm...
"Aleksandr Ivanovich Luzhin".
Come on, "Natalia"!
- I have to finish my game. - Ah. Yes.
I can only promise you...
that, in keeping with the speed of events...
I'll try to give you an answer soon.
Right.
Fetch the luggage.
Seven pieces, huh?
Yes?
- I've got questions. - Yes.
- Lots of questions. - Yes.
- Do you have any brothers or sisters? - No.
- Any cousins? - No.
Is there anyone who had a significant influence?
I had an aunt.
Yes?
Apart from chess, do you have any other abilities?
No-- Yes.
I dance a little.
You dance?
Yes.
So...
there was a short life before chess.
About ten years.
And then chess became your whole life.
And then there was the day before yesterday.
Yes.
When we met.
That's it. The whole thing.
It's amazing.
You have absolutely no small talk.
Yes.
You answer every question with ''yes'' or ''no''...
and you haven't asked me a single one.
You have no flattering observations to make whatsoever.
Am I not beautiful?
I don't know. Exciting? Witty?
- Yes. You're-- - No, no, no.
It's fine.
It's welcome.
I like that part of you.
I can...
breathe.
It seems so much a part of you.
His name is "Turati".
He's an Italian "Grandmaster".
"Luzhin's" main rival for the crown.
I was wondering if--
It's a perfect afternoon for the lake.
Yes, it is...
but I've arranged to meet my mother.
And don't ask her along too. The boat will become very small indeed then.
I understand.
Mama, wait.
It isn't what you think.
He isn't here yet.
I'd like you to meet "Aleksandr Ivanovich Luzhin".
- I don't understand. Where is-- - Mama.
"Aleksandr" is a very famous chess player.
So, why don't you two--
Yes.
How long have you and my daughter been friends?
We met the day before yesterday.
Your daughter, she...
likes...
cooling beverages.
She enjoyed one earlier on.
There's a nice atmosphere here.
Yes, the hotel...
lake, flowers, footpath.
That's where I was struck.
Not with an arrow.
With a pebble.
I don't know what you mean.
Please, I, I must...
have an audience.
I have the honor...
the honor of begging for your daughter's hand.
أليس مدهشاً؟
- هل تكرهينني لهذه الدرجة حقاً؟ - عفواً؟
إنه يريد...
أن يخدعني ويجعلني أظن أنني أقابل شخصاً وسيماً ومهذباً...
ثم هذه!
لو أنك استمعتِ. لكنك لم تفع...
"جين دي ستاسارد" رجل ساحر جداً.
أما أنا، فرغبتي مختلفة قليلاً.
مختلفة قليلاً؟
لن ترَي ذلك المجنون مجدداً.
أريد إرسال برقية إلى "برلين" على وجه السرعة.
سيداتي وسادتي، أهلاً وسهلاً بكم في حفل الافتتاح...
لبطولتنا العالمية للشطرنج.
السيّد "سالفاتور توراتي" من "إيطاليا"...
والسيّد "ألكسندر إيفانوفيتش لوزين" من "روسيا"...
سيلعب كل منهما ضد 20 لاعباً...
من جمهورنا الرائع الذي تمت دعوته.
I resisted him for ten moves. I can tell my grandchildren about that.
Papa?
Natalia.
Oh, Papa, this is "Jean de Stassard". My father.
- How do you do? - I'm honored, sir.
It's wonderful to see you, but why have you come so early?
I mustn't intrude. I will leave you two together. Excuse me.
What's the matter?
Well, he doesn't seem at all like the dangerous, gloomy character...
your mother described in her telegram.
She's had me chase her across the length of Europe.
Donkeys were a particular favorite, I recall.
Your whole childhood was littered with stray animals.
I remember her duck. I grew quite fond of that.
Poor, sick creatures that were better off being put down.
Nothing was too far gone for your compassion.
Mama, this is very dangerous.
As an adolescent, you were forever having crushes on eccentrics.
Thank God you were too shy to approach them.
You mean that writer across the lake from--
And now these two fundamental flaws in your character have combined...
to produce this...
liaison...
with...
With a man I've yet to meet.
No doubt that's the reason you're not taking this matter more seriously.
I'm sure when Papa does meet him...
he'll understand exactly why I think that "Aleksandr Ivanovich Luzhin"...
is the most fascinating, enigmatic and attractive man...
that I have ever met.
Mate.
Check.
Mate.
I'm beginning to get some idea of how all the pieces take each other.
I saw him take on 20 players, and he was in absolute control.
But in the end it's going to come down to 2 players: "Aleksandr" and an Italian.
You know that...
deep down your mother has only one wish in life--
to see you happy.
I don't want you to judge him when you first meet him.
He can appear slightly odd.
Come up to my room. Come on.
Your mother isn't around.
- Aleksandr, please. - Come up to my room.
Papa, this is Aleksandr Ivanovich Luzhin.
Aleksandr, this is my father.
I'm sorry my wife couldn't be with us.
She's a bit under the weather.
Ah, such a kind, sensitive woman.
We hit it off very well.
My dear.
So, after you've had your game of chess...
I expect you'll be off to play somewhere else, yes?
And how long are you here for, exactly?
Mama.
By the way, I've always wondered...
is there a move that always enables one to win?
A move that one always plays towards?
I see what you mean.
There are quiet moves and strong moves.
A strong move is one that gives an immediate advantage.
The capture of an important piece or discovered check, perhaps...
or when a pawn is queened.
A quiet move implies trickery...
subversion, complication.
I see.
- No, I don't really. - Let's take some position.
Take an ending from a recent game.
White had King C-3, Rook A-1 ...
Knight D-5, Pawns B-2 and C-4.
- Now, black-- - Yes, a complicated thing, chess.
Black had the advantage, because white overestimated his initiative's value...
after the exchange of queens.
Black had King A-5.
I needed a quiet move.
So...
I moved my pawn...
to B-3.
Why don't you tell us about the early days when it all started?
Mama?
I was wrong. Aleksandr does have a gift.
Quite a remarkable one. We all missed it.
If only it wasn't so all-consuming. It's like a fever with him.
The doctor stopped him playing once...
and we took him off to Europe to escape the wretched game, but it didn't work.
I try to limit the hours he spends at the board, but...
oh, the arguments.
I'm sure. And being a busy author and artist, it must be quite a distraction.
Yes, it is.
That's what none of them understand-- the need to immerse oneself.
It must be very difficult for you.
Which is why I would like to put forward a proposition, if I may...
a possible solution to this dilemma.
I have excellent contacts in the world of chess...
and with your permission I would like to take Aleksandr under my wing.
We could travel the country, he could play exhibition matches...
and obviously I would attend to his education personally.
I would tutor him myself.
Your son has a very rare talent that needs to be nurtured.
I will consider it a great honor if you would allow me to do that.
I would consider it my duty, in fact.
You will be in good hands.
He knows all the right people.
It's not my world. You see?
I want you to write and tell me about all the places you visit...
and your victories.
Good-bye, Sasha.
As a so-called child prodigy, he was a curiosity.
Under my charge, he became a phenomenon.
I spent many years nurturing him...
in the hope that one day he would become world champion, but...
in the end I had to accept the fact that at heart...
he was merely a contestant, not a winner.
He doesn't play well under pressure.
The last time I played him...
we spent 14 hours at the board...
and believe me...
every minute of it he was under intense pressure.
It was a certain combination I had in mind.
If you devoted your moves to putting him under pressure at the board...
and my concern was putting him under pressure away from it, then--
Mr. Valentinov...
do you want to see me win...
or him lose?
Does that really make any difference to you?
I'm very glad you came to watch me play.
Very glad.
But...
for the moment, it--
it somehow disturbs me.
In answer to your proposal...
I've decided--
My dear "Aleksandr"!
"Leo Valentinov".
- "Natalia Katkov". - Delighted to make your acquaintance.
I want to hear all about you.
I also want to catch up on everything that "Aleksandr" has been up to.
It's been years. Too many years.
Oh, look at you now.
So thin.
Heard that your father died.
Come, I will buy you both a drink...
and you can tell me everything that you have been doing.
I was his chess father, so to speak.
His teacher and chaperon at first.
Please.
And as the years passed by...
I became his secretary, his chef--
"Aleksandr", sit, sit, sit.
His confidante, accountant, debt collector.
Fourteen years we were together.
Board 6, King F-7 to G-7.
Bishop F-3.
Board 7...
Bishop D-7, C-6.
Knight F-6, check.
Resigns.
Board 8, F-7 to F-5.
He never mentioned me to you once?
And then you left?
I wanted both of us to go to America.
It's where all the opportunities are these days, but--
"Luzhin", get out.
Here. Take this.
This is all there is, so you look after it.
But what will I do? Where will I go?
- I have to go. I'm late. - Please, don't leave me.
It's just a bad patch. It's never happened before.
You need to look on this as an opportunity.
It's time for you to do something else with your life.
Don't leave me, please.
Please, don't leave me.
"Aleksandr", trust me in this as a friend.
You are never gonna be more than you are now.
And what you are now isn't good enough.
Good luck.
Drive.
What city--
What city is this?
My dear boy, it was a quite wonderful surprise...
to find out how far you've managed to get in this tournament.
You should go home feeling very pleased with yourself.
"Aleksandr" is going to win.
Now, wouldn't that be something?
Draw.
What have I missed? Why is everyone so excited?
It was a draw. Neither player could force a win.
And that's exciting?
It was unexpected. "Luzhin" is off his game.
You see, "Turati", he's almost qualified.
"Luzhin" is one and a half points behind in his group.
They think he might not reach the final.
I was looking for you everywhere.
I've been watching the chess. I think I'll stick with horse racing.
Look, don't worry. The infatuation will soon fade.
- In fact, it may end very soon. - It has to stop now.
So far I've managed to hide it. Nobody knows about him.
Now you have to end it.
"Natalia", darling, your father wants to--
I was going to surprise you this afternoon.
I had the papers drawn up this morning...
and we'll be married in three weeks' time...
when "Luzhin" has won the tournament.
And if he doesn't win?
It makes no difference, but he will.
No. Stop.
Stop! No!
Why is he doing this?
Who? "Valentinov"?
You've read the article.
"ساشا"، ارقص معي.
هيا.
قلت إنك تستطيع الرقص.
لم يسبق لي مع...
لم يكن لدي شريك أبداً.
لا تكن سخيفاً. كيف يمكنك الرقص وحدك؟
حسناً، الآن لديك شريك.
عليك أن تقود.
عليك أن تتولى المسؤولية.
عليك أن تتخذ...
حركات رائعة، جريئة...
وشجاعة.
"He's now playing like the young Aleksandr Luzhin..."
"...who revolutionized the game in his early 20s."
And how is he himself?
We're not seeing each other right now. His concentration's so intense...
...he doesn't like to get his two worlds mixed up.
I arranged with Monsieur Le Comte to go out onto the lake.
Would you like to come?
No, thank you.
He's defiled you already, hasn't he?
That's why you're rushing this ridiculous marriage.
You're carrying his child.
Natalia, my darling, the choices one makes in life...
when it's the only life one has--
Mother.
The two group winners will meet in the final starting in three days time.
The winner of group A...
is Dottore Salvatore Turati...
with seven out of nine.
And in group B...
Il Signore Aleksandr Ivanovich Luzhin...
with six and a half out of nine.
The last time I played Turati in my first game with black...
he isolated my queen's pawn.
Five hours he laid siege to it. He tortured me with it...
with an adjournment and another five hours.
I can't allow him...
to inflict such pain on me.
I need a defense.
Can you please lift your arm up?
- Do as he says, "Luzhin". - I am in perfect health.
There's no need for his quackery.
He isn't a doctor. He's a tailor.
He's here to fit you for your suit.
Please.
Up.
Thank you.
Everything's decided.
"Luzhin", you need to rest.
Dance.
- No. - Yes.
- Rest.
Perfecto.
- Please. - It's beyond my conception.
Hang the suit up.
What does it all mean, this?
I need a defense.
Yeah, that's what I need.
Would not be the answer.
Please, "Maestro"? Will you please open the door?
Please, "Maestro"?
It's very late, "Maestro".
Prego, "Maestro". Open the door, "Maestro".
They are waiting for you.
- Everyone is waiting. - Excellent!
Where is he?
Where is that scamp "Turati"?
- He's not hiding from me, is he? - Are you ill, "Maestro"?
No doctor nonsense, please.
Where is everyone?
Please, "Maestro". Please!
They moved it. No wonder there was confusion.
There's your reason. They moved the venue.
There's a big victory coming!
There's a big victory coming--
a big, big victory!
Late.
Very late, Mr. "Luzhin".
And who was it? Yes.
"Pushkin's" doomed duellist.
''Let's start, if you're willing.''
Silence, please! The game will now commence.
Flag!
- Flag, Mr. Luzhin, on move 43. - How many moves?
Flag on move 43, maestro.
Here are the moves, please.
Adjournment, gentlemen.
Mr. "Luzhin" will now seal his next move.
Well, what did I miss? Who's won?
They'll resume tomorrow. It's very close. Very tense.
Thank you, maestro.
I've got it! I've got it!
The whole piece! I've cracked it!
Right there in front of me!
It's the rook! It was the rook!
Oh, yes! Oh, it's the rook!
It's Rook H-3. Do you understand?
Rook H-3.
If he moves, he can take my rook and I mate him.
I mate him with my bishop on F-2.
He has no escape!
I've got it!
Thank you! Thank you!
Please, take me home!
Not a trace of alcohol.
No paralysis. He's not an epileptic.
The condition is a consequence of prolonged strain.
A complete nervous breakdown.
A catastrophe, Dottore Turati.
A real catastrophe, believe me. Signore "Luzhin" is too ill to continue.
The tournament is over, finished without conclusion.
Then by default, the title must go to "Dottore Turati".
No, no. The rules are very clear.
There has to be a definite conclusion.
There will be no world champion.
The rules allow for illness.
Postpone the match for a few weeks until he's back to his normal self again.
- But the doctor? - Doctors.
The sicker the patient, the bigger the fee they demand.
To have everything that you've achieved in this tournament simply destroyed...
on the basis of one man's opinion...
doesn't sound very sensible.
Think.
He will need to know I have your approval.
I will do the rest.
The game is his life. If he stops--
He will be cured.
If he doesn't, it will kill him.
He's an addict.
I don't know if I have the right.
If joy can be found in one way...
it can be found in others--
in a balanced, ordered, normal life.
A "normal" life.
Is that what I have to reduce him to?
Sasha, my love.
This is very difficult.
It's so very difficult...
and I know you're going to be confused and hurt by it.
You see, my love, things can't be as we planned them.
The doctors are very adamant, and so am I.
The only way to give you back your life is to take chess out of it.
We will have a life together...
but you can never play chess again.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
You are not going to the tournament.
The doctors say you cannot play.
The wretched game makes you ill!
So you will not play!
You will not play!
How good to see you up and better again.
This is from all of us.
I'm so looking forward to you finishing the game with Turati.
I want to see you pull off another one of your brilliant defenses.
I could take you to see him now, if you like.
You could finish the game. No crowds, no fuss.
Just the two of you. Needs to be finished.
Do you remember when you were a boy, what I used to tell you?
Shine while you can.
This is the time to do it.
Please, allow me.
Go away. "Aleksandr" isn't well enough for visitors.
You've always hated him, haven't you? Born with a talent you never had.
I spent more than a decade caring for "Aleksandr".
Caring for him?
If this infatuation of yours even lasts out the summer, I'd be surprised.
You made a fortune out of him, and then you scuttled off to America.
You made a big mistake. Without you, he did better than ever.
And then you couldn't stand the idea of his being world champion.
Just allow him to finish this one game. Then he can retire.
I told you, he's too ill to play.
Listen to me.
I know "Aleksandr" better than you could ever hope to, and trust me...
even in this state he could still play his finest game.
Or your newfound friend "Turati" could have a very easy win indeed.
And then you could spend the next ten years exploiting him.
I'll come and see you again soon, old friend, hmm?
This world tournament will be concluded.
No visitors. Doctor's orders.
We came to see how things are.
We've waited this long out of delicacy...
knowing how difficult things must be for you, now that he's...
so different.
My darling, no one will blame you for changing your mind. No one.
It's started to rain.
Have you really thought this through?
About the future? Your future?
I will not abandon him, and that's the end of it.
Then you'll end up in the madhouse with him.
Soon we have to leave this place.
Good.
But you have to turn your mind in a new direction...
that has nothing to do with chess.
Yes.
"A short life before chess...
then the lost years...
and now here we are."
That's it, exactly.
My dear Aleksandr...
the so-called experts continue to argue about the outcome.
Although black has short-term threats...
there's no perpetual check, let alone a freak mate.
Of course, black can immediately regain the piece...
but afterwards he will have one way or another...
to defend a most unpleasant opposite bishop ending.
Then, there are only two of you who can finish this game.
Let me remind you of the adjourned position.
There's a pattern emerging.
A definite pattern.
Not "Turati". I beat that game. I've beaten him.
His moves are repeated, repeated, repeated moves.
I must keep track of every second.
Every second I must keep track of.
Every second.
It sounds like such a lonely battle.
Please don't go away from me again.
It's been thrown together. I've never seen a hem like it.
No more fussing now, Mama. It's fine.
You look so beautiful.
I promise I'll keep the howling to a minimum.
This was your grandmother's.
She gave it to me on my wedding day.
Your mother-in-law to be gave me strict orders to see you off.
It's the least I could do for an old friend--
drive him to his wedding on time.
We just have to make one brief stop...
on our way in order to honor a previous commitment.
Everything's been taken care of. "Natalia" will wait.
It will just be you, "Turati" and myself...
and a couple of officials to make sure that everything is legal.
I'm quite certain "Natalia" would rather marry a world champion.
Imagine what a wonderful wedding present that would be for her.
Where is she? "Natalia"!
"Natalia"!
I have to get to her.
No! That's a wrong move!
It's an obvious move!
No. "Natalia"!
A glass-- A glass king.
A beautiful glass king.
I've got the king, but I need...
the whole army!
It's here somewhere!
It was here somewhere!
I've got the king, but I need the whole army!
"Aleksandr", will you listen to me!
"Aleksandr", open this door!
Listen to me. Listen to me.
"Aleksandr", open this door!
You are not going to the tournament.
The doctors say you cannot play.
The wretched game makes you ill.
So you will not play!
You will not play!
"Sasha", please open the door.
As Pushkin's doomed duellist said...
"Let's start, if you're willing."
"Sasha", open the door.
What is it?
He was trying to defend. There are also several lines.
But then at the end...
he went back on himself.
Something he'd given up at the very beginning.
Just four moves.
He thinks it's hopeless.
Then I think he found something...
absolutely extraordinary with his castle.
I mean, his rook.
Show me.
Good luck.
This is very good of you. Thank you.
Please, have a seat.
Please.
The game will now continue.
Checkmate.
It was a brilliant defense...
...an immortal combination from a world champion.
Thank you.