"Good game…" Anna took a deep breath, offering her opponent a handshake after her game was over.
"Yes, good game." Her opponent, a Serbian old man called Milos Pavlovic, accepted the handshake gracefully before standing up from his seat and walking away with a tired face.
It was quite strange to see him tired, since the game itself only lasted for two hours. Even though it was such a long time, compared to any other game in this building, that game was definitely below average in terms of time. However, Anna didn't think too much about it, knowing that it should be because the man was so old that he wouldn't be able to stay fit for such a long time, especially after playing for a whole fucking week without taking a single break.
