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    This is a love letter to the all the millenials like me who played it too careful and forgot to enjoy our youth. Shane and Ilya, enjoy it for me, do good. Fuck it good, fuck it right. Life is too short to live it scared.

    The arena is too loud.
    That’s the first thing Shane notices; not the ice, not the lights, not the jersey on his shoulders that suddenly feels wrong in a way he can’t articulate. The sound hits him like pressure, like something physical, a wall of noise that vibrates in his chest.
    He’s already bent over for the faceoff when it hits him- skates set, stick down, weight forward. His body is exactly where it’s supposed to be even if his brain is still skidding uselessly, trying to catch traction.
    There’s only a split second before the puck drops.
    It stretches.
    He lifts his eyes.
    Ilya.
    Young. So fucking young. Is he dreaming? Not worn by years of hockey, travel, interviews and losses and victories that stack so high they blur together. He’s young again; sharp boned, bright eyed, unable to grow a beard to save his life. Bears black and gold instead of Centaurs red. 'If I look down am I going to be pantsless too?' He thought absently, no way this was real... right?

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    30 Apr 2026

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    (Jane has been added to Not the Boston WAGs)

    Shannon: Oh? Fresh meat?

    (Jane has left Not the Boston WAGs)

    Vikki: Way to scare her off!

    (Jane has been added to Not the Boston WAGs)

    Vikki: Hey Jane! I spent like twenty minutes trying to draft an introduction message but I'm way too tired for that rn so I figured I'd just drop you into the deep end and see if you can swim

    Jane: I'm actually a very strong swimmer

    Jane: Sorry, what's going on?

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    28 Apr 2026

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    25 Apr 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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    22 Apr 2026