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    [Shane Hollander is dressed in shorts and a tank top as he sits on a yoga mat in his backyard. Anya, his dog, shared with his husband, Ilya Rozanov, runs around in the background, a large stick in her mouth.]

    Ilya: [off camera] How long is this going to take?

    Shane: I dunno. Half an hour? Harris just said he needed a few different yoga poses. He’s highlighting what different players on the team do for exercise.

    Ilya: So, I have to sit here and watch you narrate a whole yoga routine?

    Shane: Yes.

    Ilya: Being married is fun.

    [Shane glares and flips off the camera. Anya can be heard barking happily.]

    Ilya: Isn’t yoga supposed to make you calm? You do not seem very calm.

    Shane: Let’s just get this over with.

    Ilya: Now you are speaking my language.

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Ilya rubs at his nose, thumb hovering over the text screen as he thinks of the least-weird way he can offer what he’d like to offer. In the end, he settles for straightforwardness. Shane’s never complained about how seemingly blunt he is before, he doesn’t think he’ll start now.

    Lily: I could read it to you

    Lily: If you’d like

    Or: Shane can't read before bed after getting hit during the Boston game. It gives him a headache. Ilya volunteers his voice.

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    15 Jul 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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    21 May 2026

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    23 Apr 2026

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    Vaccine day, one rare public sighting, one baby in a tiny hat.

    And Ilya Rozanov, to everyone’s great misfortune, being both ridiculously competent and extremely himself in public.

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    18 Apr 2026