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    “It is the worst day of my life,” Ilya declares, throwing himself dramatically onto one of the kitchen stools. “I went to go get lunch at Russian place I like, the one with lamb pelmeni? They had sign on the door. They are closing. Forever.”

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    Or: Ilya’s favorite Russian restaurant in Ottawa is going out of business. There is only one thing Shane “Mr. Real Estate” Hollander can do.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    Outwardly, Shane presses a kiss to the top of Ilya’s head and agrees. Internally, he’s already planning. Because Ilya has already given up a lot of his home culture—when he and Shane came out and Ilya knew it meant he could never go home to Russia again; when he moved from Boston, which at least had a small expat community with a few Russian restaurants and grocery stores, to Ottawa, with its singular Eastern European market in an old strip mall and this one little Russian lunch spot. Ilya had sighed and griped but he had adapted, because he loved Shane, because he was willing to give these things up for him. Shane loved him for it. It also sometimes made him so sad his chest hurt.

    Mr. Real Estate, Ilya had used to call Shane. Mr. Landlord. Maybe it was time to add Mr. Business Owner to that list.

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    “Ilya, what are we gonna do?” Shane says.

    Ilya finishes whatever he has been doing on his phone, and tosses it gently to the bed beside him. He crosses the room to Shane, stands in front of him, squeezes into his shoulders with his big hands, rubbing them like he means to warm them up.

    “Looks like we will have a little vacation,” he says, with a big obnoxious grin.

     


     

    Boston and Montreal are sent to Paris to play against each other in an exhibition series in January 2017. Ilya and Shane decide to stay in Paris for one more night. Just one more night, so they can talk. Maybe finally understand each other.

    They aren't expecting a volcano to erupt in Iceland and close all the airspace in Europe, leaving them stranded there. Together.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    “I love you.”

    Shane’s eyes go wide beneath his visor and his smile falls away so suddenly that Ilya, for a moment, thinks he’s made a mistake, despite everything, despite Paris.

    Then Shane skates into him hard, his helmet connecting with the padding across Ilya’s chest. Heavy arms come up around him, encumbered by all their collective gear. They stand like that for a moment, like a freeze-frame of a celly, and Ilya sheds his gloves and puts his arms around Shane’s giant shoulders and waits.

    Shane’s voice is thin and quiet, muffled against Ilya’s jersey. “Why the fuck would you say that here, you asshole?”

    Carefully, Ilya lifts Shane’s head, sliding off his helmet and tossing it away. Shane is damp with sweat and blinking hard and Ilya cradles his face and runs his thumbs against the flush on the high points of his jutting cheekbones.

    “Shane.”

    “Me too,” Shane says. “I love you too. I love you so much, Ilya, I–”

    Ilya kisses him then, square on center ice, like maybe he has wanted to do forever, since rookie season, since the first time he lined up along the dot and it was Shane’s beautiful face across from him. It’s an image from his wildest dreams, a desire too impossible to truly even wish for.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    Something like grief churned in his sternum–that same something that would hit him in Boston winter when he was surrounded by stark, grey streets, and old buildings coated in snow, and twinkling Christmas lights in shop windows. The shape of it felt like Moscow along its jagged edges. Ilya shut his eyes and breathed.

    This time of year, the snow, all of it made him think of his mother. Of her warm blonde hair tucked into her fuzzy winter coat and of her magenta gloves bright against the snow as she balled up handfuls of snow to throw at Ilya and Alexei. Irina had loved the snow, had loved celebrating the festive season, and Ilya had spent the last decade and a half avoiding reminders of it.

    Or: Shane invites Ilya to Ottawa to spend the Christmas break with his family. Ilya deals with complex feelings about home, family, belonging, and grief.

    Set in the last year Ilya played for Boston before moving to Ottawa.

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    There was something wrong with Shane Hollander.

    He had known it since he was young.

    Most people-most kids, in general-had different hobbies and interests. Their attention drifted from one thing to another. They became fascinated with something for a few weeks, only to abandon it for the next shiny obsession that caught their eye.

    Shane had never been like that.

    When it came to him, there was only ever one thing: hockey.

    Obsessive.

    That was the word most people used when referring to his temperament.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    "The kids would love New York."

    "Shane."

    "And I could find Jackie a nice brownstone in Brooklyn."

    Hayden buried his face in his hand.

    "There he is."

    "Who?"

    "Mr. Real Estate."

    "I don't know what you're talking about."

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    “You’re wearing your dad’s hat to the game?” Scott had said, stating the obvious.

    Kip grinned at him. “I thought I might need it.”

    “For what?”

    “In case my boyfriend scores a hat trick,” Kip said. “I’ve never done the whole throwing a hat on the ice thing, it looks fun.”

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Scott sighed. “You know how Kip started wearing that hat to games?”

    “Sure,” Carter shrugged. “Lucky game day hat.”

    “He’s wearing it in case I score a hatty. He wants to throw it on the ice for me.”

    Carter’s mouth dropped open and his eyes lit up with delight. “Scotty, that’s fucking adorable!”

    “Maybe if I could actually fucking do it,” Scott said, frustrated, as he pulled his skates off. And then there was the other thing. “Did you know I scored a hat trick the day I first met Kip?” Scott said.

    “I didn’t but that’s also fucking adorable,” Carter said.

    Scott reached into the back corner of his cubby and pulled out the velvet ring box he’d been keeping there. “I thought it would be nice symmetry or whatever if I got a hat trick on the day I propose to him too.”