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    Shane snapped.

    Later, people would describe it differently.

    Some called it terrifying.

    Some heroic.

    Some beautiful.

    Shane himself remembered almost nothing except overwhelming, animal panic.

    His gloves hit the ice.

    Then his helmet.

    Then he collided with Volkov hard enough to rip him bodily off Ilya.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    Alright. Okay. He’s doing this. If he thinks about it, there could be worse places to come out than in a room full of people ready to scold him for a perceived use of a slur.
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    Or: Ilya comes out to the Raiders. It takes Cliff Marlow some time, and many questions, but eventually he puts two and two together.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    LeClaire’s hand is still on his shoulder, and Ilya knows that it doesn’t look like anything. A coach speaking to one of his players. LeClaire’s heat seeps through his suit jacket, and his breath is a warm, damp wash of air against Ilya’s ear.

    “They’ve finished up with the awards,” he murmurs. “You look like you’re ready to get out of here.”

    Ilya nods tightly and sets his drink down on the table.

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    Gregori Rozanov was bad in many ways, but Coach LeClaire might have him beat.

    Shane Hollander has something to say about that. It turns out a lot of people do.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    “Can you-” Shane’s voice was small. Jackie clicked to enlarge him on her phone once again. “-Hayden, can you go get him?”

    “And do what?” Pick him up and bring him where? Absolutely not, he wanted to say, but Jackie cut him off again.

    Jackie flung back the covers. “Of course, Shane. Don’t worry, he’ll leave right now,” She told Shane softly.

    //or// how Hayden Pike became Ilya Rozanov's emergency contact

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    11 Jun 2026