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    "Sveta," he says, before she can greet him. "I think I'm about to do something very stupid."

    "You're always doing something stupid," she laughs, her voice tinny over the speakerphone. "What is it this time?"

    "I am in a staring contest with a bottle of pills," Ilya says. "And I think the pills might win."

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    Or: An alternate take on Ilya's mental health after moving to Ottawa, featuring the reality of long distance relationships, Ilya learning to captain a new team, and a series of game tapes made by Ilya's dead father.

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    We won’t release a statement right away, someone from the front office said, but if you’re missing a couple games there’s going to be questions. What are we going to call it? A family emergency?

    Ilya had almost laughed. What emergency? His father is already fucking dead.

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    13 Mar 2026

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    Ilya locked his arm around Shane’s throat and drew him up onto his knees. The hold was snug, a real headlock, the kind that would make most men tap out. Shane didn’t tap out, but he stayed very still. His pulse galloped against the juncture of Ilya’s elbow, powerfully enough that Ilya could feel its insistent throbbing. Everything in the room had been pulled taut—the cord of Ilya’s shoulders, the line of Shane’s back, even the air between them had a rigidity to it. Ilya was breathing heavily, panting open-mouthed against Shane’s sweat-damp temple.

    “I could fuck you like this,” Ilya said. “I could fuck you right now, like this, not let you breathe, not let you come.”

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    07 Mar 2026

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    Ilya knows what he is. He has always known what he is. The word for it in Russian tastes like something you'd scrape off a boot.

    The word in English is bisexual, which is a nicer word, which he has heard, which he does not use. He uses other words. He uses the word his brother taught him. He uses it on himself before anyone else can.

    He grows up. He gets good at hockey. He moves to America. He... falls in love.

    (Or, five times people fail to notice Ilya being queer, and one time they have no choice.)

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    “Actually, uh—“ Shane scratched the back of his neck and dropped his gaze to the floor by Ilya’s chair. “Would you mind if I sucked you off?”

    “Would I mind?” Ilya asked. “No, I would not mind. You want my cock again that badly, Hollander?”

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    21 Feb 2026

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