GG Sultanov

Ruslan Sultanov manages a pit four thousand metres up, where deferring a decision means machinery standing idle and everybody on site knows what that is worth by the day. He drives down twice a month and finds the descent the tiring part. His play has one visible rule and it appears when the scores draw together: at any genuinely equal position he takes the sharper line, the hitting one, the one that can end badly next roll. Ahead or behind he is entirely conventional. Level, he attacks, and has done it consistently enough that two members in his division now steer for it on purpose.