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    An untranslatable Russian word - Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pinning, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui boredom."

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    Irina Rozanov missed Russia. The cold bit her skin with an addicting kind of pain, one that was dulled by cigarettes and sharpened again with hunger pains as her father, Andrei Rozanov, again lost his money to coke. Canada was fine, it was cold, but a different kind of cold, one that didn't bite as hard. Her Uncles Shane and Ilya were always kind and made sure there was food on the table for her after her dreaded Hockey practice with that bitch Ruby Pike. Irina was grateful, but she wished she was happier.

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    14 Mar 2026

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    “Olesya.”
    “Oh-lee-syah,” Shane repeated slowly, making sure he pronounced it right. “What… what are you going to do?”
    “I don’t know,” Ilya said, resting his head in his hand. “I don’t fucking know.”
    Shane’s voice was steady. “What can I do?”
    How long had it been since someone offered to help Ilya? He took care of his family, carried his brother’s financial burdens, tended his own injuries, paid his way through life without aid. The question, softly spoken and rich with genuine intent, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Could he really trust it? Could he ask someone for help?
    For once, he wanted to try.

    OR: Ilya is left with sudden custody of Alexei's daughter and calls Shane to help.

    (Set just before the cottage.)

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    14 Mar 2026

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    He’s breathing the same air as Shane Hollander. Carbon dioxide is passing from Hollander’s lungs to his. You should be mine, he thinks of commanding, on the off chance Hollander will obey. You’re the center of my world and you should be all mine.

    In which Ilya has a habit, and an obsession.

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    13 Mar 2026

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    “Mr. Hollander.” Ilya swallows. “Is a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Pleasure is an understatement, but he can’t parse through English definitions fast enough to find a better word.
    “Congratulations.” Mr. Hollander holds up his glass and nods towards Ilya. “No one deserves it more than you, kid. Your work ethic…” Mr. Hollander shakes his head, eyebrows raised, and lets out a low whistle. “You’re hungry. It’s impressive.”

    Ilya Rozanov is the best damn rookie the NHL has ever seen. Shane Hollander, captain of the Metros and three-time Stanley Cup winner with over 700 career goals (not that Ilya is counting, thank you very much), just wants to help him celebrate.

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  5. Public Bookmark 99

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    Ilya watched impatiently as Troy hooked a thumb beneath his waistband and pushed down his shorts so painstakingly slowly and carefully, you’d almost think he was diffusing a bomb, rather than trying to look sexy for his boyfriend.

    It wasn’t long before Ilya’s impatience took over. “Jesus, Barrett! You and Harris have fucked each other a million times, but you are still this terrified of showing him your hips?!”

    “I’m not afraid!” Troy insisted. His cheeks were redder than ever now. “I’m just… not used to this.”

    “Really? I had not noticed.”

    “Oh, fuck you.”

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    Or: Ilya notices that Troy is terrible at taking sexy pictures for Harris. So, as any good friend and captain would do, he decides to share some of his expertise.

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