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"But what's the point?" the Russian sighed.

"Um," said Molokov, returning to the stage, "to win the championship that you care so much about, and that deep down is your most important goal?"

"Oh yeah!" he brightened. "Slipped my mind."

"No problem. As per your earlier request, and for reasons of verisimilitude, because let's face it we're Soviets with the wherewithal to help you memorize lots of long openings, I've brought in a bunch of people who actually know what they're talking about."

"Sweet. Okay, anyone wanna go over the King's Indian Defense?"