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    [Inside the Ottawa Centaurs’ locker room, Harris Drover attaches a microphone to Shane Hollander’s shirt as Ilya Rozanov sits next to him at a table. The two prepare to share the contents of their backpacks, which sit on the table in front of them]

    Shane: I thought when people did these interviews, they got to like, pick what’s in their bag beforehand. It’s not usually a spontaneous thing, is it?

    Ilya: How would you know this?

    Shane: I watched one that Rose did. 

    Ilya: Oh, of course you watched Rose doing one of these videos. Did she have a framed photo of you in her bag so she could gush about how much you love each other?

    Shane: Do I seriously need to remind you that I chose to marry you, and that we live and work together, and Rose is just my friend I see like twice a year?

    Ilya: Yes. 

    Shane: Are you sure you want to do this with us, Harris? 

    Harris: I can’t help that the people love you. Besides, I’ve convinced myself this will be fun. 

    Shane: That’s not very comforting. 

    Harris: Neither is the look on Ilya’s face that’s telling me I will definitely come to regret this, but that’s the job!

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    24 Jul 2026

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    "Front office is tightening the screws," Wiebe continued. "Since most of you treat a spreadsheet like ancient Sanskrit, management hired us a babysitter for the books. He’s traveling on the charter to audit our 'miscellaneous expenses.' And Young? That means no more $400 Pringles tabs." He gestured to the newcomer. "Meet Brendan, our new Senior Financial Liaison."

    Brendan was... spectacular. He was the human equivalent of a beige wall. He wore a perfectly pressed polo tucked into sensible khakis, a Casio digital watch, and wire-rimmed glasses that practically screamed, 'I am excellent at filing taxes.' He was carrying a clipboard and a small Tupperware container of nuts.

    "Hello, everyone," Brendan said, his voice a soothing, medium-pitch drone. "I’m Brendan. I’m looking forward to optimizing your per diems. It’s a pleasure to meet such... high-performance assets."

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    22 Jul 2026

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    “Sweetheart, your pretty little head is so silly. For every photocard I make of ugly hockey men, I make two of my gorgeous, radiant, pulchritudinous boyfriend. Sometimes three.”

    A smile breaks through the heated haze of Shane’s expression. “You’ve been using the thesaurus Dad got you for Christmas?”

    “I will beat Yuna Hollander at Scrabble one day,” Ilya declares against Shane’s hip bone.

    In the year between the Cottage and the Centaurs, Ilya misses Shane more than ever. Svetlana’s teenage cousin offers a coping method: Kpop-style Shane Hollander photocards to stare at all day long. It's a shame carrying around pictures of fellow hockey players is just not socially acceptable.

    …At least, not yet.
     
    (AKA: Ilya's mission to desensitize the hockey world to his Hollander fanboyisms, and the NHL players that suffer for it.)

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    25 Jun 2026

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    Anyway, Shane didn't remember exactly what was in the folder ... But he knew they were all good shots of him.

    He hastily clicked open the folder, his eyes barely glancing through the dozen or so shots there, vaguely registering a picture with a sunset background from his condo balcony, something of him laughing, a picture of him working at his laptop with his glasses on...

    The director called him again, and he shook his head, the photos blurring. Whatever. It would have to do.

    He clicked "select all," then the messages icon, then Rozanov's name. Hit send.

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    Or: When never-hooked-up Shane and Ilya have to collaborate on a league charity project, Shane accidentally sends Ilya a nude.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    “Your order?” Ilya asks.

    “Oh, um.” The stranger has gone very pink underneath his freckles. Ilya watches him study the menu. He chews on his bottom lip. It’s distracting. “Could I have a green tea, please? To take away?”

    Ilya blinks at him. “Okay.”

    “My name is Shane. If you need it. For the order.”

    “Is not Starbucks. You are only customer right now. I know is your order.”

    “Right, of course.” The blush intensifies. Ilya gives himself a second to stare, then makes the tea.

    What a waste, when he just got a batch of fresh beans this morning, and is incredible at making coffee.

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    Ilya doesn’t usually care what his customers at the coffee shop order. But when the same guy with those fucking freckles starts showing up ordering nothing but tea, when Ilya is making world-class coffee right there, he can’t help but be a little intrigued.

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    18 Jun 2026