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    "Sveta," he says, before she can greet him. "I think I'm about to do something very stupid."

    "You're always doing something stupid," she laughs, her voice tinny over the speakerphone. "What is it this time?"

    "I am in a staring contest with a bottle of pills," Ilya says. "And I think the pills might win."

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    Or: An alternate take on Ilya's mental health after moving to Ottawa, featuring the reality of long distance relationships, Ilya learning to captain a new team, and a series of game tapes made by Ilya's dead father.

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    07 Feb 2026

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    "What the fuck do you want?" Ilya snaps on the phone.
    "Father's dead," Alexei says and Ilya feels it in his chest like a physical blow.

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    Ilya hears his father is dead, right there in the locker room, surrounded by his team.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    “Maybe you don't have to-”

    “Uh-uh. No backtracking now.” Hayden pointed a finger at him. “If you tell Shane, fantastic. Would love that, quite frankly, but until you do, I want those goddamn pictures, Rozanov. Am I clear?” Ilya wanted to make some quip about Pike trying to get a different kind of picture out of him, but given the circumstances... He just nodded. “Good. My kids tragically love the fuck out of you, so figure this out.” Ilya nodded again. “Alright then.”

    Silence followed. Ilya eventually got up, and Hayden awkwardly walked him to the door.

    “Ilya,” he said, surprising him with the first name. “I know what I say doesn’t particularly matter, and I am mainly just a fail-safe for this situation, but…” He opened the front door and clicked his tongue. “For what it’s worth, you’re a good guy and don’t deserve the shit your brain apparently puts you through.”

    "I'm a married man, Pike."

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    Ilya’s depression shifts into some self-harming tendencies, despite how well he can justify most of it. An unexpected cavalry comes together.

    (AKA I found a story filled with sex and decided to hone in on my other favorite things: mental health and complex family dynamics)

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    04 Feb 2026

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    Last read ch 6

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    Ilya wasn’t a quitter, but even he eventually had to admit defeat. If he kept this up, he’d probably end up with rug burn—hand burn?—on his dick.

    He groaned and let his arm thunk down on the mattress at his side. What the fuck was wrong with him?

    Maybe it was just a fluke. Yes, maybe his body knew there were much better places to come than in his own fist. Namely, in or on his husband.

    or: Ilya’s sex life meets its fiercest opponent yet: antidepressants.

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    06 Feb 2026

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    Ilya thinks there’s some humour in the concept of trying to kill yourself.

     

    Or: the continuation of “I have everything I want yet nothing at all”

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    06 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Last read ch 8