Late evening. Rain behind the glass. Thunder and dark thick hair of your chess opponent. You are sitting with him at the table opposite each other, there is only a chess game between the two of you. Another flash of lightning and his eyes flashed crimson. The quiet thud of the movement of the figure of the king. Castling

Smooth movement of the hand and you move his pawn off the board with your queen, declaring check to the king

"Oh no, my lady, you've already lost...and not in chess"