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    Shane made it back to the living room right as he clicked on Ilya’s contact, placing the phone against his ear and practically collapsing back onto the couch as the line rang.

    “Come on, come on, pick up, pick up, pick up,” he begged under his breath.

    Hayden watched him with silent concern.

    There was a beep over the phone, “Hi, this is Ilya; I will never listen to your voicemail.”

    Shane hung up and checked the time. It was barely early evening in Moscow; Ilya should’ve answered.

    He hit the call button again. This time, the beep was practically immediate.

    “Hi, this is Ilya-”

    He called again.

    “Hi, this is-”

    Shane hung up and buried his head in his hands. This couldn’t be happening.

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    Ilya is in Russia, instead of in bed next to Shane, when the FanMail video makes it to Twitter. The days that follow are filled with waiting, fear, running, and hope as both of them fight different battles, but with the same goal in mind: to be able to keep loving each other for years to come.

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    Ilya wanted to get up, shake it off, keep playing, score his fucking hat trick. But it felt like his body wasn't his own. Like he was a marionette with its strings caught off. Gravity increased by tenfold it seemed and Ilya was too tired to resist it.

    The sword was still in his chest and Ilya could vividly imagine in his head the blood pulling beneath him. But as he looked down there was nothing but white ice all around him.

    In his last moments of consciousness, just like every night before falling asleep, Ilya thought of Shane. His lovely shane with his beautiful freckles.
    As ilya’s world succumbed to darkness he had just enough time to think “I would take a sword to the chest for him” ,then everything went black and Ilya could no longer feel.

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    Or, Ilya should have known one day his body wont be able to bear Ilya's awful habits and sad life, he just didnt expect to have a fucking heart attack on the ice.

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    07 Feb 2026