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Borgov
advanced
his
king
to
stop
the
pawn
.
She
advanced
the
knight
,
forcing
him
to
protect
.
It
was
going
the
way
she
had
seen
it
would
go
.
The
tightness
of
her
body
began
to
loosen
,
and
over
the
next
moves
there
began
to
spread
through
her
a
fine
sense
of
calm
.
She
moved
the
pieces
with
deliberate
speed
,
punching
the
clock
firmly
after
each
,
and
gradually
Borgov
’
s
responses
began
to
slow
.
He
was
taking
more
time
between
moves
now
.
She
could
see
uncertainty
in
the
hand
that
picked
up
the
pieces
.
When
the
threatened
hurdle
was
done
with
and
she
inched
the
pawn
to
the
sixth
rank
,
she
watched
his
face
.
His
expression
did
not
change
but
he
reached
up
and
ran
his
fingers
through
his
hair
,
ruffling
it
.
A
thrill
passed
through
her
body
.
When
she
advanced
the
pawn
to
the
seventh
rank
,
she
heard
a
soft
grunt
from
him
as
though
she
had
punched
him
in
the
stomach
.
It
took
him
a
long
time
to
bring
the
king
over
to
block
it
.
She
waited
just
a
moment
before
letting
her
hand
move
out
over
the
board
.
When
she
picked
up
the
knight
the
sense
of
its
power
in
her
fingertips
was
exquisite
.
She
did
not
look
at
Borgov
.
When
she
set
the
knight
down
,
there
was
complete
silence
.
After
a
moment
she
heard
a
letting
-
out
of
breath
from
across
the
table
and
looked
up
.
Borgov
’
s
hair
was
rumpled
and
there
was
a
grim
smile
on
his
face
.
He
spoke
in
English
.
“
It
’
s
your
game
.
”
He
pushed
back
his
chair
,
stood
up
,
and
then
reached
down
and
picked
up
his
king
.
Instead
of
setting
it
on
its
side
he
held
it
across
the
board
to
her
.
She
stared
at
it
.
“
Take
it
,
”
he
said
.
The
applause
began
.
She
took
the
black
king
in
her
hand
and
turned
to
face
the
auditorium
,
letting
the
whole
massive
weight
of
the
ovation
wash
over
her
.
People
in
the
audience
were
standing
,
applauding
louder
and
louder
.
She
received
it
with
her
whole
body
,
feeling
her
cheeks
redden
with
it
and
then
go
hot
and
wet
as
the
thunderous
sound
washed
away
thought
.
And
then
Vasily
Borgov
was
standing
beside
her
,
and
a
moment
later
to
her
complete
astonishment
he
had
his
arms
spread
and
then
was
embracing
her
,
hugging
her
to
him
warmly
.
*
*
*
During
the
party
at
the
embassy
,
a
waiter
came
by
with
a
tray
of
champagne
.
She
shook
her
head
.
Everyone
else
was
drinking
and
sometimes
toasting
her
.
During
the
five
minutes
the
ambassador
himself
had
been
there
,
he
offered
her
champagne
and
she
took
club
soda
.
She
ate
some
black
bread
with
caviar
and
answered
questions
.
There
were
over
a
dozen
reporters
and
several
Russians
.
Luchenko
was
there
,
looking
beautiful
again
,
but
she
was
disappointed
Borgov
hadn
’
t
come
.
It
was
still
midafternoon
,
and
she
had
not
had
lunch
.
