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    "So, you have concussion?" he asked, hating his broken English. But his throat was tight, choking him, and his head was a mess. The less he spoke, the better, or else he might actually cry.

    "Yeah. I blacked out a couple of times, I guess. I don't remember the game." Shane let out a derisive laugh and Ilya didn't like the sheen of tears in his eyes. "I don't even remember my own team right now. Post-traumatic amnesia."

    Ilya's heart stopped.

    Amnesia?

    "So you do not…" Remember me? Ilya wanted to ask, but he couldn't voice the words. Not with his throat constricted. Not when his heart raced. Everything faded away as white noise filled his head. Tears stung his eyes and his nose burned for some reason.

    Shane didn't remember him.

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    26 Feb 2026

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    “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane.

    “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent.

    “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains.

    “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.”

    “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face.

    “Why?”

    “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    He was used to being without her. 

    The pain never went away but the sting became manageable; something he could tuck away and avoid ever thinking about. 

    Except when he couldn’t. 

    Like during Hockey Moms Weekend. 

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    21 Feb 2026

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    Evgenia Alexeyevna Rozanova is nine years old when her grandfather dies, and she meets Shane Hollander. This is the first time she speaks to him. It is not the last.

    Or: Zhenya Rozanova grows up. She has some help along the way.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    "Put your dick away and go to bed, Hollander," Rozanov said, his eyes wide open but still unable to make the other boy out. He imagined the look of panic on his face, the way his hands would be fumbling to pull his shorts up.

    "I seriously thought you were asleep. Fuck, I'm sorry, Rozanov."

    Forced to attend a hockey boarding school in Canada by his father, Rozanov was under the impression it would be filled with studying and practising his English.

    Never did he think it would be spent listening to Shane Hollander jerk off.

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    21 Feb 2026