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Ilya looks up at the black night sky and mutters something in Russian. “You want to pay me fifty Canadian dollars to fuck you?”
Or: Shane runs into Ilya on a street corner the night before the Prospect Cup and makes some assumptions. (Because every fandom needs a mistaken-for-hooker fic).