Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Brandon Wiebe, Hayden Pike

Additional Tags:

Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Outing, Coming Out, Relationship Reveal, Secret Relationship, Hockey Players Mic'd Up on the Ice (Game Changers), Ilya Rozanov Mic'd Up on the Ice

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2026-01-27 Completed: 2026-02-09 Words: 4,361 Chapters: 2/2

It's My Confession

Summary

Shane hated getting mic'd, to the point where the media team knew it was useless to lav him up.
If only someone had told him Ilya didn't feel the same.

Or,

Shane is flirty on the ice. There are consequences to this action.

Notes

Timeline Clarity: This takes place during Ilya's first season in Ottawa, after Hayden figured out Shane and Ilya are together.

Chapter 1

Shane hated getting mic’d.

It was one of the inevitabilities of the job that he’d come to absolutely loathe. Every so often the marketing team would frog-march him to a stressed looking sound guy before a game and run a lav mic through his jersey before shipping him off to the ice with encouragement to “be fun!” and “don’t hesitate to speak up!”

He rarely did. 

Shane was so notoriously quiet over the mic, he’d turned the marketing team off from utilizing him. To marketing, it was an irritating issue, not getting the benefit of mic’ing up their captain. To Shane, it was an unintended bonus to being forced into doing something he had no want to do in the first place. 

So, when he watched one of the rookies get dragged towards the sound guy before their game against Ottawa, Shane breathed a small sigh of relief. 

He was safe. 

Thank god. 

—

If getting mic’d was one of Shane’s least favorite parts of his job, playing against Ilya was easily one of his favorites. 

Shane breathed easier when Ilya was in his sight, so having him in sight while on the ice was benefit enough, but to watch him play was something else. 

Ever since Ilya’s transfer to Ottawa and their work with the Irina Foundation, they had actually somewhat successfully been able to change the narrative surrounding them, moving from bitter rivals to actual friends in the eyes of the public. It was a huge weight off both of their shoulders.

Plus, it meant that skating over to his boyfriend during warm-ups no longer would earn him confused remarks from his teammates. 

“Rozanov.” Shane called to Ilya over the music blasting through the arena, catching his attention. Ilya looked up from where he was adjusting his laces and smiled up at Shane. 

“Hollander. Come to concede already?” 

Shane rolled his eyes, skating a bit closer to avoid yelling and speak a bit more freely. No one was around them, and the music was loud enough that at their distance they could have been explaining in detail the explicit details of their sex lives and no one would be the wiser.

“Fuck off.” He grinned. “Hey, sorry again about Mom this morning, she should know better by now than to just barge in like that. That was a literal nightmare.” 

It had been an awkward day in the Hollander-Rozanov household. Yuna, who had begun managing Ilya as well as Shane, had heard from Men’s Health for a potential cover spread about the Irina Foundation and Shane and Ilya’s work on bringing attention to mental health struggles in athletics. 

She’d gone into what Shane had long called her “Manager Mode”, forgetting about anything besides work, and had used her spare key to barge straight into their home, neglecting entirely to inform them she was coming over. 

A traumatic experience, considering the compromised position she’d found them both in. 

Ilya’s eyes widened at Shane’s words, his face going a little pale. 

“Uhh, right…” Ilya started, obviously still shaken from that morning’s debacle, Shane was certain.

“Anyway, I know we were going to have dinner with them after the game, I don’t really know if I can look Mom in the eye right now? Dad seeing you grab my ass with my tongue down your throat was one thing, but that…” He laughed a little, shaking his head.

“Hollander…” Ilya’s eyes were still wide. 

“Maybe we just go home instead? Enjoy the night to ourselves?” Shane smiled a little, leaning in even further. “I can show you what came in the mail the other day…” 

He watched Ilya’s eyes grow impossibly wider, and Shane smirked, enjoying the experience of him being the one to catch Ilya off-guard like this. 

“It vibrates.” He whispered, eyes twinkling. 

Ilya swallowed, nodding almost unconsciously. 

“Yeah, yeah okay. But, Hollander-”

Ilya’s words were cut off as a loud whistle rang through the arena. Shane pushed back a bit, shooting Ilya one last smile, before skating back to join his team. 

—

It doesn’t take long before Shane is back in front of Ilya, however, as the two line up at center ice for the first face-off of the game. 

“God, that really worked you up, huh?” Shane muttered, noticing the shaken expression on his partner’s face as they got into position for puck drop. “Don’t tell me you’re already hard under there.” 

“Shane.” Ilya’s voice was strangled. “I-”

The puck dropped, and Shane snapped it as Ilya forced himself into motion. 

Damn, it really was hot, riling him up like that. 

Maybe I do need to loosen up more. He thought to himself, making a quick pass to Hayden. This is kinda fun.

—

It didn’t take long for him to realize Ilya is avoiding him like the plague. 

Constantly shifting, moving across the ice to ensure ample distance between the two of them. It was startlingly unlike Ilya, and was to the point where it had started to impact his gameplay.

And if there was one thing Shane would simply never stand for, it was their relationship impacting gameplay. 

During the first intermission, Shane broke from a few of his team, swiftly skating to Ilya, taking advantage of the other man’s momentary distraction, fussing with his shoulder pads. 

“What is wrong with you?” Shane hissed, grabbing Ilya’s arm to pull him to his direction. “I saw you miss that pass earlier, what’s going on?”

Ilya blinked at him, panic flooding his expression at Shane’s words. Shane glowered, tightening the distance between them in order to speak more freely.

“Because I swear to god, Ilya, if you tell me tonight once we get home that you couldn’t show up to the fucking ice because you’re too horny at the thought of a goddamn, vanilla-ass vibrator, you are sleeping on the couch for the next month. You chirp this shit at me every time we play, so if you can’t take it, stop serving it, alright? I don’t want a win on my scorecard just because you were playing like shit. It’s not fun unless it’s a fair fight.”

He didn’t wait for a response, speeding off to join his team, leaving a gaping Ilya in his wake.

—

Ilya obviously took Shane’s threat seriously, and ended up scoring twice in the second period. 

Good. Shane thought, the playfulness he’d had at the beginning of the game long gone by the beginning of the third. 

“Glad to see you join us.” He chirped on a shift. “Good to know you still know how to play.”

“Hollander.” Ilya started.

“I’m serious, I thought we were playing a peewee team during the first.”

“Shane.” Ilya’s gloved hand grabbed his arm, commanding Shane’s full attention. “I’m fucking mic’d.” 

Shane’s vision tunneled. 

Suddenly he was overwhelmingly grateful at Ilya’s steady hand holding him, as he was wholly reliant on it to keep him upright. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you since warm-ups, but you’ve been on one tonight, moya lyubov.” He laughed a little. “Very sexy, must say, but-”

“Oh my god.” Shane felt like he was about to vomit. “The whole time?”

Ilya just nodded, the halfhearted grin falling off his face. 

“Oh fuck, fuck!” 

He braced himself against the boards, dropping his gloves and burying his face in his hands. 

He’d fucking outed himself. On national television. 

He sunk to the ice, feeling the nausea well up again. 

Next to him, he felt Ilya kneel down, a consoling hand on his shoulder. 

Fuck he realized. In his stupidity, he hadn’t just outed himself, but Ilya too. 

In one fell idiotic swoop, he’d ruined both of their lives.

“Hey, Shane, hey.” Ilya murmured, his hand rubbing his neck softly. “You’re okay. This is… not ideal, no? But okay, I promise.” 

“This is all my fucking fault, Im so stupid.” He groaned into his hands. “Holy shit.” 

“Hey, is everything good?” Hayden’s voice cut through the shrill ringing in his ears. “Rozanov, what’s going on?” 

 “Shane did not know I was mic’d. Said some things, is having panic attack.” Ilya explained matter-of-factly. 

Hayden cursed quietly. 

“Okay. Hey, Shane? Buddy?” Hayden joined Shane and Ilya at their level on Shane’s other side. “I’m gonna talk to coach, okay? Get you pulled for the rest of the third. Rozanov, do you want..?” 

“I think it’s for the best if I’m pulled too, yes.” 

Hayden patted Shane’s shoulder once, before taking off. 

—

Shane and Ilya were pulled from the ice and dropped in an empty administrative office after a quick trip to their individual locker rooms to change out of their gear. 

From his back pocket, Shane’s phone buzzed.

Mom: Call me when you can. We love you both <3

He groaned, his head falling back into his hands. 

“I can’t believe I was that stupid.” 

“Hey. Hey.” Ilya grabbed Shane, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You were not stupid, okay? A little reckless, yes, but never stupid. You didn’t know. I should have- I don’t know. Screamed at you to stop, or something.” 

Shane shook his head, wiping at some of the tears that had made their way down his cheeks. 

“No. No, this is my fuck up. I never act like that, ever. Why did I say that shit? Why-” He choked on the lump in his throat. “God, I told the world about our fucking sex life, Ilya!” 

A sob ripped from his chest as he buried his face in Ilya’s shoulder. Ilya just pulled him tighter. After a moment, Shane felt a light shaking coming from Ilya, almost like-

“Are you laughing?”

He looked up at Ilya, who was, indeed, laughing with the tiniest smile on his face. Shane gaped at him.

“Oh my god, you are.” 

This only spurred Ilya on, his small laughter turning into heartier chuckles, resonating deep from his chest.

“I just- is a little funny, no? Of all the ways boring Shane Hollander comes out to world, it is in least boring way possible. Hello world! Am having hot, gay sex with hot, sexy arch-rival!” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Shane hissed, shoving his shoulder. “This is awful, and traumatizing, and-”

“Yes, yes, it is shit.” Ilya said, laughter subsiding, but his smile not fading. “But that does not mean there isn’t some comedy to whole thing. Bright sides, you know?” 

“You’re an asshole.” Shane deadpanned. Ilya shrugged. 

“But correct one. Way more fun than boring Scott Hunter, at very least.” 

“Stop trying to one up Scott.”

“I didn’t! This was all you, you one-upped Hunter, not me.” Ilya gently grasped Shane by the jaw, turn it so their eyes locked. “I am so proud of you.” 

His voice was endlessly gentle, his eyes tender. 

“Because I was a freak on live TV?” Shane asked. Ilya shook his head.

“Because, in all of this, all of the scary, horrible thoughts… none of the shame you are feeling is for loving who you love.” 

Shane stilled.

Ilya was… right. 

In all of his panic, all of his fear, never once was the panic over his actual sexuality. 

Outing Ilya against his will, the masses hearing about their relationship’s most intimate details, yes, of course he was panicking over that- but Shane realized in that moment he had no fear over the world knowing he was desperately in love with Ilya Rozanov.

If there was one thing in this world he was absolutely sure of, it was him. 

It would always be him.

He leaned up against Ilya, holding him tighter. 

“No.” He murmured. “Never you.”

—

The next hours were a blur.

Conversations with media teams, management, staffing, coaching- usually multiple conversations happening at once, overlapping with one another. Some, like the talk Ilya had with the eager young Social Media Manager of the Centaurs, were overwhelmingly positive. 

Others, like Shane’s conversation with his coach?

Not so much.

Throughout all of it, the throughline to Shane was simple: shut the fuck up until we tell you otherwise.

After what felt like hours- it probably was, Shane just didn’t have his eyes on the clock- the crowd of people slowly trickled out, until it was just Shane, Ilya, and Coach Weibe remaining in the room. 

Weibe, from his spot against the wall next to the door, watching silently as the last of the Montreal Managerial staff floated out the door, and quietly pushed it shut behind them.

“Well.” He said, running his hand through his hair. “That was a clusterfuck.” 

Shane shrank a little at that, pressing the heel of his palm against his eyes. Fuck, he was getting a migraine from this.

“I know. I’m sorry-” he started on autopilot. 

“No, no, Hollander-” the other team’s coach cut him off in a quiet voice. “Not you. That.”

Shane looked up to see him nodding towards the door. 

“That was a total clusterfuck. I mean-” Weibe let out a breath. “They really had no issue telling you to shut the hell up and call everything you said a joke, huh?” 

“Yeah.” Shane replied, shoulders drooping. “Pretty much.”

“Well I’m sorry to hear that.” He said quietly. “I may be new at this whole coaching thing, but I do know nothing good ever comes from beating your players into submission and telling them to change who they are.” 

Ilya had talked some about Weibe to Shane. He’d often spoken at length after practices and games about how Weibe was a good man, passionate about his work, and deeply caring about the wellbeing of his team. 

It was bittersweet for Shane, knowing Ilya had an incredible team behind him while he had, well. 

“Anyway.” Weibe continued to Shane, rocking on his heels a bit, voice carefully casual. “I just wanted you to both know you’ve got me in your corner. But I’ve got a late meeting with the owners tonight, talk about everything, you know. Plus, we’ve been in the middle of trade discussions for weeks now, trying to figure out everything for next season. We’ve still got some space ‘til our cap, on the lookout for someone with a bit of star power that can hold their own on a line against Rozanov. Might not be as big of a contract as somewhere like…god, Montreal, for example, but it’d be a solid payday for someone willing to make the move.” 

He ambled towards the door, hands jammed into his pockets. 

“If you have any ideas on that, any players who may be willing to waive their no-trade… let me know. I’m certain the owners would love to hear your thoughts. Highest IQ in the game, yeah?” 

He opened the door, rapping his knuckles against the frame once, twice. 

“Night, fellas.” 

The door shut behind him with a quiet click. 

The couple sat in the now empty office in incredulous silence. 

“Did he just..?” Shane started, unable to get the sentence all the way out. 

“Offer you a spot on my team? I think so, yes.” Ilya replied, still staring at the door Weibe had just departed from. 

Shane couldn’t believe the offer. It was kind, incredibly kind. 

“I think I might need to call Farah again.” 

—

“I cannot believe this total horse shit.” 

Ilya glared at the screen of his phone from his spot perched on the kitchen island. 

“Internet thinks you top me. Do I look like a bottom to you?”

“Well, you definitely look like an ass.” Shane snarked, hauling a moving box onto the counter. “Which speaking of, can you get yours off the counter? We eat there, you know.” 

Ilya rolled his eyes, sliding off the counter. 

“You have also eaten this ass, Hollander. Why does it matter if it’s on the counter?” His broad arms bracketed Shane against the island, smirking at him. Shane stared back, unimpressed.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I can’t. According to Twitter, this is your job now.” Ilya held up the phone, showing Shane the nonstop barrage of media discussing the two of them.

The weeks following the outing had been rough, to say the least of it. Finishing the remainder of the season with Montreal was an exercise in patience and allowing himself grace- something Shane was notoriously awful with. 

Hayden had been Shane’s anchor through everything. The other man had his back unquestioningly. And, though he complained about losing Shane to Ottawa daily, he understood why Shane just didn’t feel safe in that room anymore. 

But time continued on regardless, and as the season came to a close- Montreal getting knocked out in the first round of the playoffs, no thanks to the team all but refusing to take Shane’s direction- Shane was quietly and easily released from the team he’d called his own for years, and returned home, signing on to the team that had raised him. 

“We’ve tried that, neither of us particularly enjoyed me topping you, Ilya.” Shane raised a brow.

“Well tell that to Twitter!” Ilya groaned. 

The internet had, much to Shane’s utter and endless embarrassment, promptly lit aflame after the game. #Hollanov had trended for weeks, and every major North American news outlet had covered it to hell and back. 

Ilya, the chronically online monster that he was, reveled in spending his days combing through fan twitter, reading speculation threads and using burner accounts to join discord servers discussing them. Shane was about 95% positive he had a fake fan account that was starting to gain serious notoriety in their fanbase for his snark. Shane was also about 95% positive Ilya had no idea he knew, and Shane fully intended to keep it that way. 

Let him have his fun.

The fans had, massively overwhelmingly, been wildly supportive of the two of them. There were outliers, but there always would be, and Shane was slowly coming to accept that specific reality of life. 

The internet had, also, nearly unanimously determined that Shane was intending to use the vibrator on Ilya, and not the other way around, leading them all to believe Shane was the top in the relationship, or at least that they switch. 

It pissed Ilya off to no end. 

Rose cackled hysterically over FaceTime with him as she read through the posts, Shane’s face staying red as a beet the entire time, and Svetlana had taken to sending Ilya prep kits through the mail. 

“Those two are never allowed to meet.” Ilya had threatened one night after they’d both been individually thoroughly harassed by their respective female best friends. 

“Agreed.” Shane had replied stoically.

“Is this the last of it?” Ilya asked, pulling away from Shane, looking at the boxes scattering the kitchen. Shane nodded. 

“Just a box or two of books left in my car.” 

He walked into the kitchen proper, pulling the closest box open and began to pull out the kitchen supplies inside. 

Ilya slid behind him, wrapping his arms around Shane’s waist, kissing lightly behind Shane’s ear.

“Boring boxes can wait.” He whispered, tightening his grasp. “Come prove internet wrong.”

Shane smiled as Ilya tugged him towards their bedroom.

It wasn’t how he’d wanted it to happen, and Shane truly didn’t know if he’d ever fully come to terms with losing his team, city, and dignity in the way he did, but as he fell into his shared bed in the shared home with the man he loved, Shane couldn’t find it in himself to regret the outcome.

Chapter 2

Montreal Voyageurs ✪ @MTLVoyageurs

Rookie defenseman Andrew Willis is getting his first taste of the mic tonight! 

Listen in on exclusively on ESPN on YouTube

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

Willsy content on main 🥹🥹🥹

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

literally gonna cry-

 

Ottawa Centaurs ✪ @NHLCentaurs

Oh Captain, My Captain!

Catch our fearless leader Ilya Rozanov Mic’d Up tonight against the Montreal Voyageurs!

Listen in on exclusively on ESPN on YouTube

Ilya Rozanov’s Second Wife @rissa4504

MY MAN MY MAN

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

Oh, we’re eating tonight hollanov nation-

tori @victoriaha06

oh we’re FEASTING-

Ilya Rozanov’s Second Wife @rissa4504

mom come pick me up, the hollanovs are here-

 

tori @victoriaha06

god Roz is so pretty like wtf

Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

No it’s a struggle every day like literally how

 

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

why is Shane skating to Rozanov? 

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

Aren’t they friends now? Like with their charity and stuff?

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

shane baby you can do better

 

Ilya Rozanov’s Second Wife @rissa4504

UM?

 

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

holy shit-

 

tori @victoriaha06

there’s no way he actually just said that holy fuck????????

 

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

TONGUE DOWN YOUR THROAT

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

“IT VIBRATES”???????????

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

HOLY SHIT

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

HOLY SHIT

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

HOLY SHIT

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

THIS IS NOT A DRILL?????????

 

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

I-

What? 

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

i can’t figure out if this is very elaborate chirping or-

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

not like any chirping i’ve heard from Hollzy, babe

 

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

holy fuck

 

Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

Oh my god, they haven’t cut Roz’s mic.

Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

they’re still letting him stay live?

Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

“...we should maybe ignore that.” sure Roz, we’ll go ahead and do that

 

tori @victoriaha06

either the producers aren’t paying a single bit of attention, or they’re actually the messiest bitch in the room. 

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

Farah

I’m guessing you’re watching?

Yuna

Yes.

Yuna

Give me five and we’ll call. We need to prepare a statement.

Farah

Already in the middle of it. 

Yuna

You’re an angel, Farah.

 

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

okay, INSANE content aside, that man is straight-laced enough there’s no way he knows Rozanov is mic’d rn, right? 

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

i mean i don’t think we can call him straight-laced anymore, man was talking about going at Rozanov with a vibrator at center ice

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

…wait, we do think ROZ is bottoming?

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

if my years in the Shayden trenches taught me anything, it’s that Shane Hollander is way too controlling to be a bottom

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

god you’re so right

 

Montreal Voyageurs ✪ @MTLVoyageurs

And that’s a SCORE from our fearless leader! You got this, 24!

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

he’s got something, alright-

Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

Kip

Oh god, honey

Scott

I saw. I’m seeing. I’m watching with some of the guys.

Scott

This is going to be messy for them.

Kip

Do you have their numbers? 

Kip

Text them, please. Let them know they have us in their corner. 

Scott

I have the rook’s. I don’t have Roz’s. 

Scott

I’ll text Shane. 

Scott

Let him know.

 

Hollander Fam!

Yuna

Boys, I’m so sorry. We’re right here. Love you both. I’m in it with Farah now. Call whenever you’re able to.

David

Love you, sons. 

David

Going to head towards the cottage and get some groceries and fresh sheets in there for you. You two deserve some quiet. 

 

 Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

Not Roz playing like hot ass to avoid getting near Hollzy 

tori @victoriaha06

Hollzy is definitely clocking it too

Ash @asheshockeycorner

no but fr literally its like he’s a repellent magnet wtf is wrong with him tonight? 

Dani #1 EVAN DYKSTRA FAN @meeshymymoo

babe oh my god watch the livestream not fucking cable shits going down

 

tori @victoriaha06

I simply do not care about the score of this game anymore

 

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

OH MY GOD

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

SHANATHAN MILDRED HOLLANDER

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

THOSE WORDS

FUTURE MTL WAG @millymillyvanilly

OUT OF HIS MOUTH???

 

coraaaaa @coralinedoesart

HOW have they not cut Rozys mic yet????

 

From: hdrover@otwcens.com

To: nscarsboro@espnlive.com

Subject: URGENT- Call Me ASAP

 

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

Okay, they definitely seemed to have finally cut Ilya’s mic, which like- good?

HollanovTrutherOnMain @deniseee9089

In case anyone was curious- YES the discord is going wild rn

Tori @victoriaha06 

 

 

Ash @asheshockeycorner

UPDATE I AM CAUGHT UP OH MY FUCKING CHRIST

 

 

r/Hockey • 22 mins. ago

u/SticksnPucks

The Rozanov Mic Incident (MASTERTHREAD)

Because I think the entire internet needs a place to discuss the… read more

 

The Cens Men

Bood

Cap, checking in?

Hazy

Doubtful we’re gonna hear anything for a bit, man. 

Bood

Shit, no you’re right. Sorry.

Barrett

Harris said they have them both holed up somewhere to talk with management.

Dykstra

Shit?? 

Dykstra

Is that a good thing or a bad thing that they’re in there together?

Bood

Good for them, I’d imagine. 

Bood

I’d hate to go through that alone.

Roz

We are okay.

Roz

In with PR.

Roz

Okay. I am okay. Shane is not as okay.

Hazy

Anything we can do to help?

Roz

Nothing to do now. Thank you for kindness. Montreal not being so kind to Shane.

Dykstra

What?

Barrett

Why? 

Hazy

The fuck???

Bood

That’s absolute bullshit?

Chewy

I’m pretty sure the only thing any of us are upset about is knowing that you had a partner this whole time (I’m guessing this whole time) and he wasn’t able to be included in any of the family events.

Roz

He has not wanted to come out yet. Not ready.

Roz

Unfortunately, his team has proved that his fears were reasonable to have.

Bood

Ohhhhh, fuck all of that

Barrett

Always knew Theriault was a piece of shit

Roz

You don’t know half of it. 

From: yuna.m.hollander@hotmail.com

To: bwiebe@otwcens.com

CC: farahjalali@breakersmanagement.com

Subject: Shane Hollander - Trade Deadlines

 

Brandon,

I wanted to start with a thank you for the kind presence you had last night post-game with Shane and Ilya. I don’t think it comes as a surprise to say that they’ve not had much by way of support from management in the past. To be sentimental as a mother for a brief moment, knowing they had someone in their corner last night when I couldn’t be means the world to me.

That said, they gave me the rundown on your conversation last night, after everything. Shane was highly interested in following up on this. Would you have time to meet for coffee in the next few days? 

Best,

Yuna Hollander

 

Cens Men

Roz

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Hazy

???

Roz

Get fucking ready

Bood

For..?

Roz

Boys we are about to build a fucking DYNASTY