"The sun is so bright! I can hardly see, and it hurts to open my eyes." "Did Mikhail give you sunglasses?" Father Hummer asked quickly. "Why would he? I have a pair in my room, but there was no need to wear them in the evening." She peeked out through her fingers, closing her eyes hastily when the sunlight seemed to burn through them. "Doesn't the brightness bother you?" "Mikhail may have left a pair of his glasses here. He tends to do that sort of thing when he loses a chess match." To distract her while he rummaged through his desk, he gave her a little more insight into Mikhail. "When he loses a chess match, which isn't often, his eyes go dark, reminding me of great brooding storm clouds gathering. He's used to winning, and every now and then I manage to lull him into a false sense of security. I savor every victory. It's very sweet to me after so many years of losing to the man, but he always wants a rematch. Be careful if you play chess with him, he takes it very seriously." He laughed softly, invitingly. "I played with him. It was hard to concentrate when every single time I looked up, he was staring at me with this look..." She blushed when she realized she maybe should have kept that part to herself instead of confessing to the priest. He laughed as he triumphantly held up a pair of dark glasses specially crafted for Mikhail. "I don't have that problem when I play a match with him," he admitted with a small chuckle."