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    Ilya has an accident that takes him out of the game with Montreal, but still at least has Shane in town to help him lick his wounds.

     

    “What the fuck happened?!” You reach out and gently cup his jaw to get a better view and he leans away from you, wincing.

    “I got hit last night driving home from dinner with the boys.” He looks pissed and dejected about it. You realize his Audi wasn’t in the driveway but hadn’t really thought much of it. Svetlana takes it now and again when she’s in town, always returning it with a full tank of gas and freshly detailed.

    “I’m fine, really,” he continues as you continue to worry and fret, looking him over more closely. “Feel like I’ve taken harder hits on the ice. It was the airbag and the seatbelt that did the most damage, anyway.” He pulls aside the collar of his t-shirt to reveal a livid stripe of bruising across his collarbone and shoulder.

    Your eyes go wide, reaching out to grip his biceps. “Ilya! Jesus Christ, that looks brutal.”

    He shrugs and grimaces. “I’ll live. C’mon, come in.”

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