Vlatka's interview

Kisha cracked her shoulders as Vlatka sat down before her.

"What are you doing?" Vlatka scoffed.

"Warming up. You're a gold mine of content."

Vlatka glared as the cameras began rolling. "I'm Vlatka Jurkovič, president of Croatia, most powerful woman in The Balkans."

"And you've got only one fellow lady and Balkano on the team."

"That was on the owner's whims. I could have provided a suitable substitute, but they weren't to the owner's likings. A shame, we were the best team, but now we've got an imperfection that could derail our victory."

"Is that theatrics? I heard from a teammate the strat was to bank everything on the lower boards, meaning Fjolla would be the kingmaker deciding victory?"

Rage and disgust appeared on Vlatka's face. "No. I'd never allow filth like that to be MVP."

"But then what about your overall chances?"

"I said she was the only blemish. The rest of us should have no issue winning."

"Some bold declarations. I'd love to mine some more, but that's all the time we have. Vlatka Jurkovič, everybody."