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    He’s high, she knows he is. But he’s smiling faintly, his eyes glassy, and he looks so painfully fond that Yuna doesn’t know what to do with herself.

    He looks like he’s in love.

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    24 Jul 2026

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    Yuna can’t help it. There’s just something about Ilya Rozanov that rubs her the wrong way.

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    24 Jul 2026

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    Every single example online of the love languages could fit Ilya to some degree – Shane had never thought about it before, but now that he knew, it was a problem that he didn’t know Ilya’s. He already wasn’t fluent in Russian, despite his attempt at learning, and he refused to be behind on another of Ilya’s languages.

    Shane looked down at Ilya, still passed out asleep in his arms, and nodded to himself, ready to run a series of experiments until he found what worked for Ilya.

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    14 Jul 2026

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    Ilya speaks three languages.

    English to survive, then to conquer.
    French because Shane exists in it differently.
    Russian because some things only have a name there.

    Shane learns Cyrillic in secret. One letter at a time. Like someone walking toward someone else in the dark.

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    13 Jul 2026

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    “What are these?” Yuna hears Ilya ask. He’s standing with his back to her in front of the armoire next to the couch, looking up at the shelves. She’d been on her way back into the living room with after-dinner coffee when she’d paused at the threshold.

    Shane steps toward the armoire, coming up behind Ilya and curling both arms around his waist. “Um, trophies from when I was a kid. Like, minor hockey leagues and tournaments and stuff.”

    Ilya moves his head from left to right slowly, scanning the array of trophies and medals on the shelf. “Is big business? Making meaningless awards for tiny hockey players?”

    “They aren’t meaningless,” Shane protests, but he sounds a little sheepish.

    “Yes, I’m sure the…” Ilya leans in close to read the plaque on one trophy, “‘Sportsmanship Award’ for the U7 Snowflake Classic was very prestigious.”

    Shane rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing. “They don’t have awards like this in Russia?”

    Or: Yuna bonds with Ilya, one plastic trophy at a time.

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    08 Jul 2026