Miralem's interview

Kisha put on a catcher's mask as Miralem sat down across from her. "Oi, what's the mask for?" Miralem asked.

"I heard chess pieces might come flying at me like missiles," Kisha grumbled.

"Sounds rough. Didn't know this show was like that."

"Um, YOU'RE the reason I'm wary of getting smacked with a piece!" Kisha thought.

"Uh, says I gotta introduce. I'm Miralem. Miralem Artiljerija, one of the presidents of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Uh, what else?"

"Winning chances for your team."

"Oh, oh, uh, I know I've done my prep. No clue about the others."

"Don't you hold team strategy meetings?"

"Nah, someone starts throwing hands the moment we all gather. Specially the Mongol and the Hungarian. Those two are crazy. Crazier than Ludi."

"Ludi?"

"Yeah, the big fat clown who's always cooking weird food in the Bosnian highlands. Few months ago he got arrested for stealing a bunch of pears and cooking some Rick Ashley guy."

Everyone stared in shock.

"That took a turn... We'll look more into that following our interview specials. Miralem Artiljerija, everybody," Kisha nervously smiled.