Viktor ordered a pint of German ancestry, for English beer wasn't his thing usually, and moved over to the chess area. He'd been playing since he was small, and he was rather good, but he was more than happy to play tutor for an evening to help others. He'd already put Misha to bed (once, he didn't doubt oto much he'd have to do it again), and he was relatively certain he'd be back in time to fold Tsveta under the covers.
He walked around slowly, looking around to see if anyone looked in need of help just yet.
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