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    "He said it was just a stronger edible," Wyatt says. "Apparently it was supposed to be super natural, and relaxing and rejuvenating, not the weak Canadian shit, and—"

    "You say a bad word, Hazy," Ilya interrupts, pointing a tiny finger at him.

    "Right." Wyatt winces. "Sorry, kid."

    Rejuvenating. Shane turns the word over in his mind a few times, while readjusting Ilya’s little body in his arms.

    Jesus fucking Christ.

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    or, with the help of some mysterious russian candy and a very loving husband, ilya rozanov heals his inner child.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    A video of Ilya and Yuna at the farmers market goes viral.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Wiebe is looking at Rozanov.

    The man is currently sitting on the couch in his office hugging the centaur plushie his daughters gave him when he started coaching here. He’s got a distant expression on his face. Troy says he took something for a cold he was fighting, and then saw him take a painkiller a bit later and now he’s - well - high. And now, for the first time since he started working here, he’s looking up one of his player’s emergency contacts.

    Except Rozanov’s emergency contact comes with a note; text, unless absolute emergency. Discretion please.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    “Look, if anyone says anything or asks you anything you’re uncomfortable with? Just let me know, okay?” Harris says, and damn Ilya loves this guy, “It’s not fair how you were outed, and I think you’ve been handling it really well. And if you don’t want to go out there, I understand. Just - your family is waiting for you, so?”

    “Family” Ilya laughs bitterly, “I don’t have family, Harris! My family is either dead or in Russia”

    “Not all of them” he replies, and then he gets up again, “I’ll see you out there”

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    19 Jun 2026

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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    19 Jun 2026