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"The beds aren't cardboard?"
Shane stared at Ilya, sure he'd misread his tone. "Are you… disappointed?"
Ilya shrugged, slavically, as a silver-haired man popped out of a neighboring room.
"Breaking them might have been fun," the stranger said in a (probably Russian?) accent, and another man appeared in the doorway to jab him.
"Viktor, I told you before, there was nothing wrong with the beds at the Tokyo games."
"Yuuri's Japanese," Silver Hair — Viktor — explained.
"Him too," Ilya said, nodding at Shane. "Half."
That seemed like a cue to introduce themselves.
"I'm Shane Hollander, and this is Ilya Rozanov. We play hockey together for Team Canada."
"Citizenship came through just in time," Ilya added. "Also, we're married."
"What a coincidence!" Viktor said, cocking his head with a smile. "So are we!"
They showed off matching gold rings.
"Not quite officially yet," Yuuri hastily clarified. "Bureaucracy, and, well…" He gestured vaguely, but Shane was pretty sure he got the gist. "I skate for Japan and Viktor skates for… ROC."
"So you are rivals?" Ilya asked, grinning wolfishly. "We used to be. Playing on same team is fun, but rivals is fun too."
Viktor beamed. "We make each other skate our best."