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    Who.

    Who taught Shane about this.

    Ilya is going to kill someone, and then himself. Not Shane. Never Shane. But he is going to have to kill someone with his bare hands.

    Or: Shane invents advanced blowjob positions with his own beautiful freaky mind, thereby unintentionally turning Ilya into a danger to himself and others.

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    21 Mar 2026

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    “Oh God,” Shane whines, tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie. “I can’t find my phone. I don’t know how I’ll get home.”

    “Hollander,” Rozanov scoffs incredulously. “You are on phone call with me. Phone is in your hand.” A sigh crackles through the receiver. “Where are you? I will come get you.”

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    21 Mar 2026

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    Sweet visceral

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    Should he grieve Boston? Probably. Loyalty was important, thank you very much, Yuna Hollander — but perhaps that wasn’t what this situation was. Boston felt like a stopping point for Ilya. Neutral ground, his saving grace, fresh off the plane from Moscow, finally separated from his family by an ocean they couldn’t afford to cross, not without his help. He was grateful to the city, to the Raiders and their fans, truly, deeply, but he owed them nothing.

    He owed Shane Hollander everything and more.

    (Or, Ilya at the cottage, and his final year in Boston.)

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    19 Mar 2026

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    I like beating you, Shane had said, once, half-drunk on pleasure in a rumpled hotel bed. I like it– afterwards, when you’re–

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    19 Mar 2026

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    Sometimes Liliya thinks this is her favourite part: her fingers hovering above the chess piece, the heartbeat of stillness before her move. Pure potential. She could make Jane crawl across the floor, kiss her feet, beg. She could make Jane bark like a dog.

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    18 Mar 2026