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    If Ilya Rozanov was set to be branded for life in the space above his butt crack, he was damn well going to pay a premium for it.

    Booking with one of the most exclusive tattoo studios in North America was the easy bit.

    Having his brain melted into oblivion by Shane Hollander’s steady hands and even steadier voice was decidedly not part of the plan.

    Or, the one where tattoo artist Shane is very good at giving instructions.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    Shane Hollander always loved stopping at the produce stand at Rozanov Farms when he was growing up. He had befriended the young boy, Ilya Rozanov, who worked there with his mother and visited with him every time he passed through. One day, Ilya is gone without a trace and the farm is closed.

    Years later in Montreal, a new farm opens a booth at Shane's local farmer's market, and a very familiar face is working behind the table.

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    15 Jun 2026

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    “Where are you going?”

    “To the arena, Hollander. We are playing a game in three hours.”

    “That’s tomorrow, Rozanov,” Hollander says, smirking like Ilya might be fucking with him and he wants to make sure he’s in on the joke. He looks behind and around him. “Um, can I come inside?”

    “Hollander, we have game today. You were here yesterday.”

    Hollander is striding toward his kitchen, looking over his shoulder at Ilya like he’s getting tired of the joke. “Very funny. I was in Montreal yesterday, Rozanov.”

    “Hollander.” Ilya goes to stand in front of him. Hollander’s eyes flicker up and down his body the way that Ilya usually craves, but is rather unwelcome right now. “Today is Thursday. Game is today. Yesterday, you came to my house. We ate tuna melts, watched Buffalo game. Then, you left.”

    “Rozanov, it’s Wednesday morning. And I’ve never been to your house before.”

    “Hollander…”

    “Look at your phone if you don’t believe me.”

    Ilya snorts like a bull and pulls his phone out of his pocket, swipes down on the screen to look at the date.

    Wednesday, November 9th.


    Or: Ilya Rozanov in Groundhog Day!

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Ilya had told Shane to leave because they needed space - they needed some room to catch their breath so they could talk about things properly. So they could say sorry and fix the mess they had made. But one day apart stretched into two, into three, into a week, and suddenly Shane was on the other end of the phone, saying, ”Maybe this isn’t going to work, Ilya.”

    At least Ilya is good at that part; he’s an expert in being left behind.

     

    (Or, Ilya and Shane breakup. Then the Centaurs’ plane almost crashes.)

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Ilya has always known Shane could do better than him. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’s finally found it.

    Found someone else.

    Because that’s what this is, isn’t it?

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    11 Jun 2026