"If you move queen early, you may lose early..."

On the very first day at work, I met more than one interesting stranger. However, after many smiling visitors, a gentleman stopped by with a surprised expression on his face. I surprised him by asking what he would like to eat here, he was immediately surprised by my strange accent in Czech and finally "how is it possible that I can't choose any sauce for the ribs?" As comical as the whole scene seemed to me, I kept a professional smile on my face and filled his order.

It's a few extra steps from the restaurant to the garden, and when there's only one guest sitting there, the waiter can no longer think of any reasonable reason why he went again to get the cutlery, wipe the tables outside, fix the toys in the sandbox at an interval of almost 10 minutes, and Mr. ate that one single portion... When he had been sitting in the garden for a long time, I stopped behind him and (surprisingly) he had eaten and finished everything. I asked if I could bring him anything else or just the bill and immediately blushed at how stupid my question sounded. I started laughing uncontrollably and apologized to him, I said that I'm not throwing him away from us, just that the garden is a bit messy and I don't want him to miss anything as a guest, that's why I keep checking on him. For the first time, that he was sitting in the garden, he changed his expression, he smiled, and his whole face lit up incredibly with that smile.

He asked me where I was from and that's how our strange conversation began. He knew that Zvolen won the extra league in hockey this year, and that Trnava have a special way of expressing themselves. He knew my name came from a Latin word the light. When he paid me at the bar and was slowly leaving, he saw a table with chess pieces spread out. "I haven't seen that in a long time," he said and began to admire a fairly simple chess table. "I admire restaurant owners who do not forget their customers even in such a playful form." Boyish mischief flashed in his eyes again. "If you teach me something, I'll play a game with you," I said.

I moved the white pawn to E4. My opponent complimented me on my first move and indicated that it was not my first chess game. I led him astray, although it wasn't the first game, but my chess knowledge ends with moving a pawn to E4. He emphasized that it is necessary to develop middle infantrymen, then archers and then horses. Keep track of whether each figure is covered and able to attack at the same time. After an hour's play, I gave the master Mat to my own great surprise, as well as to the great surprise of the audience that had formed behind my back in the restaurant.

The gentleman asked for stronger alcohol at the bar and wiped the sweat from his forehead, laughed and joked that he would come to play revenge with me. "Do you feel like losing to yourself again?" I asked provocatively, because he actually played the whole game himself. It looked something like this:

"Now, if I were you, I would move the shooter. A horse will protect him, I will get chess and I won't know what to do." I moved the shooter. "And now I don't know what to do..."

PS: If you ever play with a chess amateur in the future, learn Mat of Fools. Two moves and you have it.