On the night of July 26th, at 2330 hours, in the city of Yeisk, Corps Command of Ante's First Mobile Group Army.
"Report! Urgent telegram from the Front Army Command."
Pavlov stood up to receive the telegram.
Wang Zhong and Popov continued to sit in front of the chessboard.
Popov, "Hurry up, I want to drink a bottle of vodka and then get some sleep before continuing the game with you."
"Quiet, I'm thinking," said Wang Zhong as he picked up his queen and chose a square.
"That's no good, no good," shook Popov's head, "if you move here I will play this, you see, like this, and then you will only have to choose between the queen and the rook."
Wang Zhong silently put the chess piece back in its original position and complained, "It's too hard to discern the path on this black-and-white chequered board."
Popov laughed heartily, "Right, right, how could our general be a lousy chess player? Absolutely not! The propaganda department would have a headache if this got out."