the wind blows hard (and the sky is black)
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It was a known quantity, something he could depend on now that every other part of his surrounding world had changed: Canada was nothing like Russia, but Ilya was still good at hockey. Would only get better.
[Ilya moves to Canada, and makes a friend.]
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