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Ilya Rozanov vs. Shane Hollander at the Stanley Cup Final. That was the headlines. That was what everybody was talking about. It was happiness for the Hollander family, but sadness for the Rozanovs. Grigori couldn't handle the fact that his son was the underdog for the first time ever. He had to find a way to fix this mess. He had to bring home the trophy. He had... Bingo!
"Dad..." Ilya said, running a hand over his face.
"I know, I know. It's a brilliant idea, right?" Grigori said, as he mixed his beverage in the kitchen.
Grigori went on to explain to him that he'd be the one to lure Shane somewhere secluded, while Scott, a former professional hockey player, would be the one to pull the trigger. Scott was still bitter that he never won the big one due to Shane always getting in his way, so he gladly took the offer when it was presented to him.
"But we're rivals. How would I even—"
"Figure it out! I've got other things to worry about."
And with that, Grigori made his way out of the kitchen and into the living room, leaving Ilya with his own negative thoughts. What if he lives? What if he tells? What would happen to my life?
Ilya snapped himself out it and decided to get some air, but at some point during his jog, he ran straight into none other than Shane!
"Watch where you're go—" Ilya shouted, but stops himself when he realizes who it is.
"Sorry, I should've been more careful."
"You don't say."
Shane awkwardly chuckled. Everything about Ilya was telling him to walk away, but something pushed him to stick around.
"We should probably introduce ourselves properly, right? Shane Hollander." He reached out for a handshake.
Ilya gave him an unreadable expression, before slowly taking his hand into his. And he couldn't help but notice how soft his skin was. How beautiful his complexion was. How— Get a grip, Rozanov!
Meanwhile, Scott hasn't even touch the lunch that Kip prepared for him. He's far too busy on his laptop, making sure that everything goes according to plan.
"You wanna tell me what you're doing?"
Scott looks up in what feels like forever and fakes a smiles.
"Naw. It's just some hockey stuff. You wouldn't understand."
Since when did Scott become closed off about his hockey life? Something's not adding up, but he doesn't wanna get into over lunch, so he leaves it alone... for now.