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    "You're Rozanov," he said.

    "Yes."

    "I'm Shane Hollander." He put the envelope on the counter between them, flat, his hand beside it rather than pushing it forward. "It's all there."

    Ilya picked it up. He should have left; he had nothing else to do there. But he didn't. He stood at the bar and looked at Shane Hollander. At his dark hair, his brown eyes, the freckles, the way his shirt was rolled to the elbow, and how his arms looked strong. He thought about what it would be like to take him apart. Then he left.

    In the car, Marleau handed him his coffee and said nothing. Ilya drank it, looked out the window, and told himself he desperately needed to get laid.

     

    Ilya Rozanov does collections for the Severny Veter bratki. Every Tuesday, he walks into a Japanese restaurant on Avenue Laurier, picks up an envelope, and leaves. It's simple. It's always been simple.

    Then Shane Hollander starts working the bar, and nothing about it is simple anymore.

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