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What if there was a player who got transferred to Ottawa who wasn't as cool as the rest of the team with Ilya and Shane's newly discovered relationship?
When Ilya hears something aimed at Shane on the ice, he would like a word. Many words.
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“Say. It. To. My. Face,” Ilya repeated, every word spit out from between clenched teeth, his accent heavy, anger dripping from his voice.
In his peripheral vision, he saw Bood and Dykstra approaching and he held up a hand to stop them. This was between him and Petrov. He would take care of this on his team.
“I will not do that,” Petrov finally replied, his eyes darting to somewhere behind Ilya and then back. “You’re my teammate.
“I’ am your captain,” Ilya hissed. “You say it to him, you can say it to me.”
Petrov swallowed, and for the first time, glanced around him as if to ask for help from his other teammates, none of which would come to his defense right now because Ilya had told them to hold.