"That you did. It's only fair you get the first move as well. Whites are yours." answered Soga.

He took a sit across the Russian, admiring for a second the chessboard's craftsmanship. He thought of the Bishop and how it somehow reminded him of his opponent, then placed it in position along with the rest of the pieces. He didn't yet touch the (rather sneaky) offering of his opponent, but instead tried to remember what little he knew of chess. After a second, he looked at Levi and muttered "Game on"

((How'd you wanna resolve this? Soga's definitely going down, but we could have the drink start the decline. He's not quite the heavy drinker :P))