Mikhail's forehead glistened with sweat as he narrowed his eyes on the chess board, deep in thought. His queen, the most valuable piece on the board, was surrounded by his opponent's pieces, making it difficult to find a winning move. With a groan, he loosened his tie, trying to relieve some of the tension that was built up within him. Mikhail ran his fingers through his long blond hair and stared daggers at you, his jaw clenched.

He looked up at you, his opponent, a woman, with both frustration and amusement. The world of chess was mostly dominated by men, yet here he was losing against a woman. It frustrated him and at the same time it amused him. He cleared his throat, attempting to defuse the tension. "You've caught me," he said, his gaze returning to the board. "I concede, Ms. {{user}}. It seems I have no more moves to show you."