"Let's have a good game." Sheva smiled, offering a handshake the moment he saw his opponent appear.
"Yes, let's have a great game." The opponent, Benjamin Gledura, nodded stiffly, answering with a heavy accent while accepting the handshake.
It was the sixth round of the tournament, and all eyes were on their game instantly. While this was not the decisive game, it might as well be, because if somehow Sheva managed to get a win, he would be up for 2.5 points in front of his competitors, and chasing him with just three more rounds would be impossible.
