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    The first time they hooked up, Rozanov had kissed him before Shane got on his knees. They kissed with Scott Hunter in the room next-door. And they kissed slowly and sweetly, on his apartment stairway, after Rozanov had taken his world apart and put him back together again. Hell, even in that bathroom, where he felt as if the Russian was trampling on his bared soul, Rozanov had kissed him.

    So why was it different this time? He must have done something wrong. He rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling hard at it.

    Was he not good enough? What did he do wrong?

    Shane aches with how much he wants—needs the other man. He clings to every single interaction, every touch, every word, every glance, everything Rozanov is willing to give him. He knows they cannot be anything, like Rozanov told him in Sochi. They cannot be anything other than this arrangement. Still, there is a hollow numbness in his chest everytime he thinks about those golden curls and ocean eyes, and it doesn't go away, doesn't subside unless he is with Rozanov, and he hates himself for wishing he could have more.

    Or: Shane spirals and avoids Ilya post-Vegas. Ilya chases after him, and they talk.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Something isn’t right. Something isn't right and Svetlana knows it, and she's lost far too many good things by not trusting her instincts. Ilya leaving with a woman in public? That's expected. Ilya leaving with a man in public? Sure, it's happened before, even if the public wasn't actually aware of what they were looking at. 

    But leaving for a threesome, in public? In a bar where anyone could be taking photos? Don't make her laugh - Ilya would never. 

    And then it hits her:  
    Ilya's slight stumble;
    The way he only had three drinks over the past two hours, barely enough to get him tipsy;
    The way he's not even holding the girl or the guy's hand.
    The way he's not even trying to kiss either of them. 
    The way he keeps pulling slightly against the girl's grip like he can't understand what's happening. 
    Shit.

    Ilya's been fucking roofied.

    Or, Ilya gets roofied at a club and Svetlana needs to him someone who can care take of him. Luckily, they're in Montreal, where Ilya's illusive Jane lives.
    Surely she'll be able to help!
    ...Right?

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    19 Jan 2026

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    Shane Hollander has a heart attack and "dies" on the ice after the hit from Marlow in the Montreal vs Boston Game.

    Ilya handles his emotions poorly and has a very public meltdown.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    The lights are dimmed. A slow, sultry song murmurs through the speakers in hushed Russian whispers. Svetlana is wearing Ilya’s jersey, long and familiar and intimate, and Shane can’t help the way his brain fills in the blanks—how easily it would slide over bare skin.

    It’s clear why she’s here.

    Worse, he knows exactly who she is.

    A name that has come up before, casually, historically. A long-time hookup. A woman Ilya could date publicly if he wanted to. Someone simple. Easy. Soft.

    Nothing like Shane.

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    18 Jan 2026

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    Ilya hums, playing the card he's been considering for this entire conversation. “We could make more interesting, yes? A bet.”

    “A bet,” Shane repeats, eyes flashing. “Like what?”

    The reporter cuts in. “What about wearing the other player’s jersey?”

    They both turn to her, and Shane says, “Like, the loser wears the winner’s jersey?”

    “Maybe at the next game in a couple of months?”

    “Is a good idea,” Ilya muses, nudging Shane’s elbow. “You will look better in my jersey than in Montreal jersey.”

    Shane makes a low noise, his eyes holding a bit of a spark when he looks back to Ilya. It’s what Ilya was hoping for—the tiniest crack in the mask. He can see a hint of exasperated affection around the corners of Shane’s eyes, a little bit of fire burning just beneath the surface. It sends a thrill down Ilya’s spine, and he wonders if Shane will be snarky when Ilya gets him naked tonight.

    “That’s not happening,” Shane replies, shaking his head. “Because you’re not winning.”

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    Ilya should have known better.

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