→ chess.

[majorhellstrom]

Dieter liked the Compound well enough in that it always had something by way of a distraction from the altogether dull routine that he had slowly developed on the island. Whether it was a book to read, a film to watch, music to listen to, or some sport to play, there was always something. This particular day found him in the rec room, holding a

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[whoneedsadream]

Anatoly peered into the rec room cautiously and finding that for once, Freddie was not profaning the place with his foul presence, he entered. To his surprise, someone was at the chess board, meticulously setting the pieces on their allotted square.

The prospect of matching wits with a new opponent was too much to resist and he headed over, hoping the other man would be amenable to a game or two. "Would you mind if I joined you?"

[majorhellstrom]

Hellstrom glanced up quickly, polite smile immediately on his features as he nodded, gesturing for the other man to sit down. He didn't recognize him, but it was just as well, he supposed.

"I wouldn't mind at all." Putting the last piece onto its designated square, he offered Anatoly his right hand.

"Dieter Hellstrom."

[whoneedsadream]

A small flicker of consternation passed over Anatoly's face as he sat in the chair opposite the man. It seemed very much a German name and while he didn't want to rush to judgment as certain people on the island, it still made him pause.

He offered Dieter a small smile as he leaned over to shake his hand firmly. "Anatoly Sergievsky."

[majorhellstrom]

It was a look Dieter had seen on a few other faces -- despite having settled in, he was still attuned to noticing the smallest details in people's reactions to things. Still, he didn't let on (beyond not really responding to the other man's introduction, a slip he caught as soon as he'd said his next sentence), nodding down at the board.

"Would you prefer to play as black or white?"