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“Nooo,” the girl replied slowly, rolling her eyes slightly in contempt. “Modern games don't appeal to me at all. They're too simple and based on chance. They're for single-celled organisms...” “Then what?” “Chess.” “Really?” Alexei asked with interest. “I know how to...