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    Shane Hollander is not a small fucking guy; he is all muscle, with big, calloused hockey-player hands and eyes nearly pretty enough to disguise the violence hidden in breadth of his shoulders.

    Alexei is impressed.

    Not a bad get, for someone fished out of a pool of hockey men who look like thumbs, their noses like squashed tomatoes and ears like boat sails. If it could not be beautiful, nosy bitch Svetlana, if it has to be a man, if it has to be a hockey player, then rich as God Shane Hollander isn’t the worst Ilyusha could have pulled.

     

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    or Alexei is in deep shit. He can’t get to Ilya, so he tries the next best thing.

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    15 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 35

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    The world did not work like this, with him under Rozanov, with Rozanov fucking him for the first time in his life and then again and again and again. It did not work like hiding his whole life, the important parts of it, from his parents. But also, it did. And fuck if Shane was going to give it all up because he was scared.

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    15 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 13

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    Ilya smoked in the dream.

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    14 Apr 2026

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    alternatively: “that’s his baby,” or maybe, “romanza, andante con moto.” Shane tries to write a love letter to his husband. He succeeds, more or less.

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    13 Apr 2026

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    The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—

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    13 Apr 2026