Svetlana could play either style and others. After all, her husband was world champion twice over and she was the one who had taught him the game. She could have been his second if Molokov hadn't decided that it would prove distracting. Besides, she had the girls to look after and while Svetlana felt perhaps it would have done them well to be able to see the world, the USSR hadn't. No, they were to live in the Soviet Union. People were so quick to judge based on one's location, they never realized how hard it was to get out. It wasn't as if everyone there were pro-government in place. Some just had no way out. Svetlana would never abandon her children and to make a run for the border would be suicide and as she never traveled with Anatoly, they had never been able to get out. But then Anatoly...
But that wasn't the point. The point was that she could play, though she did prefer to lead people into straps. It took more strategy. Blatant moves were easy to spot. The best though was to mix it up. Make them think one strategy and when they fell into that lull, spring the next.
Smiling at the offer to go first, Svetlana gave a slight bow of her head in thanks before she focused on the pieces before, eyes moving over the board. Some said it was the easiest move, there was nothing to defend against, but it was also the hardest. It set up the entire scope of the game. But a decision was made and the move went forward, just as the Master mentioned his name.
Looking up from the board, Svetlana gave a faint smiled.