((Thank goodness; Stress kills, ya know?))
Ivan flashed a winning smile, which, admittedly, was difficult to do as a cat. He kept a piece on either side of Scarlet's king, ready to capture them the moment they tried to leave. With the king temporarily incapacitated, he moved a single piece to set up an elaborate trap. He had given Scarlet a handicap, but now he was playing near his best.