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    @mensicehockey2k
    Hopefully Hollander and Rozanov make statements about this soon. Lots of young kids look up to these guys. Super disappointing if it’s true.
    11:58 AM ᐧ 18 Jan 2017 ᐧ 399K Views

    @starweavergia
    this is like the opposite of being told your parents are getting divorced #hollanovwedding
    11:12 AM ᐧ 18 Jan 2017 ᐧ 86K Views

    @rizzanov_official
    GOOD MORNING GIRLIES HOW ARE WE ALL FEELING TODAY #hollanovwedding #hollanovnation #hollanovontop
    11:09 AM ᐧ 18 Jan 2017 ᐧ 570K Views

    Shane and Ilya get drunk that night in Tampa and wake up married in Vegas.

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    “You have freckles,” he said with delight.

    “I have a CPA,” Shane Hollander said without looking up. He reached into his plain black briefcase and retrieved a plain black glasses case, from which he pulled a plain black pair of glasses and put them on.

    Ilya palmed his phone and typed without looking. Do you think it’s too soon to propose marriage?

    The answer came almost immediately. To your boring tax man? Ilyusha, if you owe the government that much, just flee the country.

     

    Or: a butterfly flaps its wings, and Shane Hollander shows up at Ilya Rozanov's door to do his taxes.

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    I’m going to set this room on fire and throw myself into the blaze, Ilya thought, slamming the door shut and stalking into the room.

    Or maybe he said it out loud, because Shane looked at him in abject horror and Rose scrambled to her feet so quickly that she nearly tripped over her tiny silver dress.

    “What?” Shane gaped at him open-mouthed, pushing to his feet as he refastened his belt.

    Ilya felt so dizzy with rage that he almost didn’t notice Rose tentatively skirting around him to reach the door.

    He snapped into action, stepping toward Rose and leveling her with a dark, heated glare.

     

    Or: Instead of leaving the club, Shane and Rose head to a private room. Ilya follows and stumbles on a scene that makes him mildly homicidal.

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    Shane crosses the room and grabs a chair from the corner, dragging it into the center of the room.

    Right next to the foot of the bed.

    He pats the back of the chair, making sure to keep his expression neutral. “Sit,” he instructs, sounding more confident than he feels.

    Ilya raises an eyebrow but gets to his feet. “You do not want me on the bed?” He asks, sounding more than a little confused.

    “No,” Shane replies simply, patting the chair again.

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    Or: When Ilya shows up unexpectedly at his door, Shane finally gets sweet revenge for Las Vegas.

    Or or: They didn’t even kiss, and Shane takes that personally.

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