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    "You have to come to the locker room. Now."

    Shane frowns. Holds up his notebook. "I'm busy."

    "Forget that, man. It's all over the news. Ilya Rozanov has just defected from the Soviet Union."

    Red Army superstar Ilya Rozanov defects from the Soviet Union. A Cold War-era hockey au

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    He holds out the cigarettes and lighter in one hand and the vodka glass in the other, and Ilya looks at him, surprise evident in his hazel eyes even in the dim light.

    “What?” Shane grins. “Didn’t think I knew about your secret stash?”

    Ilya’s smile back almost reaches his eyes, and he takes Shane’s offerings without a word.

    Flint strikes and with a flick of flame, a different type of smoke starts to fill the air, floating slowly up into the trees.

    Normally, Shane would wait inside until Ilya finished his cigarette, but today, he sits and leans his head on Ilya’s shoulder, willing to make the concession.

    “I hate this day,” Ilya says, his face once again stony, while he lets out a long puff of smoke into the cooling air around them.

    “I know,” Shane says, his fingers tracing along the soft fabric of Ilya’s sweats. “I hate it for you.”

    It’s the same every year on the anniversary of his mother’s death. A long day spent with few words and deep sighs bleeds into nightfall. They sit and look out over the water, ghosts flickering across Ilya’s eyes like the firelight around them.
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    Or Ilya hates this day. Shane hates it for him. They sit together anyway.

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    “Hey,” Ilya’s voice, deep and rough, resonates through Shane all the way down to the bottoms of his feet.

    He turns his head toward the sound, but doesn’t open his eyes, instead opting just to keep the blissed-out look on his face as he waits to hear what Ilya’s going to say. 

    Shane imagines it’ll be something like, ‘You are perfect. Such a good boy.’

    Or maybe in Russian, ‘I love you so much.’

    But much more likely, ‘I give you ten minutes, and then I blow you in the shower.’

    Fingers brush against his cheek, and Shane leans into the touch, lost in the feeling of being loved and wanted so wholly. And then, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

    His eyes open, and he wonders if his dopamine-addled brain has just misheard. “I’m sorry. What?”

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    14 Feb 2026

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    “What are you wearing?” Ilya asks, his voice sounding strangled. 

    Shane looks down, confused. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I always–”

    “Why are you wearing your glasses?” Ilya interrupts, and Shane notices the tension in his entire body when he speaks. 

    “I ran out of contacts,” Shane says. 

    “So you are wearing glasses to practice?”

    “Yeah, it’s just one practice,” he says defensively, even though he’s done nothing wrong. “I’ll grab a pair of contacts from the eye doctor this afternoon."

    “Right,” Ilya says, his eyes laser-focused on Shane’s face as his lips set in a tight line. 

    “Is that a problem?” Shane quips, and it comes off kind of bitchy, but he’s so confused as to why Ilya would have any issue with him wearing his glasses to one practice. He normally loves Shane in glasses. 

    Ilya seems to shake himself out of whatever weird-ass mood he’d fall into. He smiles, but it looks strained. “Of course not. Let’s go.” 

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    Or, Shane has to wear his glasses to practice and Ilya absolutely cannot deal with it.

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    In some cruel twist of fate, Ilya can only recall his mother’s face in his nightmares.

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