"Mister Amin, we've met again." Sheva smiled as he saw Amin Tabatabaei approaching the table, standing up while also offering a handshake.
"Yes, even though I would say that I really don't want to meet you in this tournament," Amin responded with a small laugh as he took a seat and accepted the handshake. "Based on your performance yesterday, you should still be in your hot form, right? Can you show a little bit of mercy for me?" He joked a little while also adjusting the chess pieces in front of him.
"You are joking, Mister Amin. If I dare to do that, it would be me who gets killed later." Sheva smiled politely, accepting the banter.
It was finally game time, and Sheva was more than ready to face any storm that his opponent was about to bring to his side. A few people could be seen wandering around, taking a quick glance while also exchanging some words with him.
