At 9:00 p.m. sharp, there was a knock. Kagame looked down at the door, but didn't even try to get up. He had an important game ahead of him, and he needed a hell of a lot of sleep, not just all night long - to rock the ceiling of his teeth and shiver with excitement. The polite knocking was repeated. How can a knock be polite at all, especially at such times? Kagame jumped briefly and held his ears with a pillow. He will win by all means, will win, will play even better, jump higher and run faster...