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Tape review was not Ilya’s favorite part of practice, too much sitting still not enough skating. He knew it was important though and as captain it was even more important for him to show up and treat it with the respect it deserved. So he came prepared with a notebook and a pencil. He knew his teammates thought he was weird for taking notes by hand but it helped the information stick better in his brain.
Marly hated tape review and had spent the past hour dicking around on his phone, mostly trying to get to the next level in candy crush, and definitely not taking notes about their upcoming game against Philly. As the tape wrapped up and everyone started packing up he leaned over to try and steal a peak at Ilya’s notes “What the fuck is this?” Marly whispered as he tried to read.
“Notes Marly, can you not see?”
“I can see you dick, I just can’t read them”
“Oh poor Marly, cannot read”
“I can read English just fine asshole, just not whatever nonsense this is”
“Nonsense? nonsense my beautiful language is not nonsense. You are racist asshole” Ilya practically shouted, mostly for effect but also a little bit because he was tired of people always hating on his language.
Marly looked almost sheepish but he bulldozed ahead anyway, “dude I’ve seen Russian written down, this is not it, this is some weird nonsense, and if you can read it great I just wanted to know what it was, jeez don’t bite my head off”
“Blayt!, is not printed Russian is what you call connected writing”
“Cursive” someone interjected from Ilya’s left
“Da, cursive”
“But it just looks like squiggles?”
“I do not know what to tell you, is proper cursive the way Mama taught me when I was boy” at that Ilya stood and walked to the door stating all too calmly “we are done here, be on the ice in 15 for bag skates”
As soon as Ilya had left everyone in the room turned to glare at Marly, the man responsible for ruining their captain's mood and making them suffer through what could only be described as hell.