Rating:

Explicit

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Older Shane Hollander/Younger Ilya Rozanov, Retired Shane Hollander, Hockey Player Ilya Rozanov, Attempted Baby Trapping, It's kind of mutual, Shane Hollander is not and has never been chill, It's a good thing Ilya can out crazy him at every turn, Implied Mpreg, Like for real there is going to be mpregging in here, Breeding Kink

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English

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Published: 2026-08-11 Words: 5,210 Chapters: 1/1

I never had the least notion (that I could fall with such emotion)

Summary

Shane is really only thinking of his team. He feels responsible for them still. And well, if Ilya had a reason to move to Ottawa...

Notes

Using Creator Choose Not to Warn here because it could be dubcon if you squint, but Ilya Rozanov is on board with any insane plan that Shane Hollander can cook up in his beautiful mind and he is right where he wants to be. Do not save him.

Read the fucking tags and go if this is not for you.

Song is technically I've Got a Crush on You by Linda Ronstadt because holy shit the cottage line kills me dead.

Shane Hollander would like it to be notated down in the very unofficial and completely made up record of his career that he did not let Ilya Rozanov fuck him until after he retired. 

Ilya tried. Oh, Ilya really really tried. The moment they locked eyes at the draft afterparty where Shane was doing his captainly duty to show up and shake hands with Montreal’s first overall draft pick, he had known somehow that Ilya was going to make it a thing. Or maybe it was wishful thinking at the afterparty, but that night in the hotel gym - oh, Ilya made his intentions very clear. 

We will play each other a lot, yes? 

Shane had known then, but he had resisted. Ilya was seven years younger than him and cocky and Shane knew that if he followed Ilya back up to his room like Ilya very clearly wanted him to do, Shane would be ruined over it and he would let it happen again when they played each other. 

Shane had resisted in Montreal when Ilya somehow tracked his number down through the hockey network and started texting him. Not about hooking up - about Shane’s backhand and Scott Hunter’s impending retirement and AHL players getting called up before playoffs and their chances of sticking around for the next season.

Shane had resisted at All-Stars where Ilya wore a ridiculous shirt and pulled it off and then played with children in the pool looking beautiful and too much like the version of Ilya that Shane sometimes - so very occasionally - jerked off to. 

Shane resisted when Ilya called him from Russia after his dad died, his voice thick with emotion, telling Shane that he just wanted to talk to him because he liked talking to him. 

Ilya wanted to fuck him, and Shane knew it was like, a thing for Ilya. Shane Hollander was Shane Hollander. Of all the hockey players in the world, Shane was among the best and he could see how that would be…fun for Ilya. He knew what was happening. Ilya was waiting. He was investing in Shane so that one day Shane would fold and go into Ilya’s bed and that would be that. 

Shane knew that if he held out long enough, Ilya would move on. He liked women. He said it so flippantly once when he and Shane had been in a bar in Florida for All Stars. He liked women and he liked men. And Shane knew that eventually Ilya would find a woman he liked enough to marry her and finally be rid of that ridiculous Russian passport he hated so much and Shane would fade away as some kind of early-20's fantasy.

The only real moment of weakness he had - the night he almost let Ilya into his bed - would have probably been…good. He can look back on it now and admit that it would have helped. Knowing what he knows now, it definitely would have helped. 

Ilya had been…beyond expectation that night. Shane had been sobbing in his hotel room in Philadelphia, trying to push the messages from the Montreal group chat out of his head and ignore his mom's irate texts about medical privacy and his father's soothing voice messages asking if he wanted them to fly down and then Ilya had been there, driving one of his sports cars too fast to get to him. 

Shane has never asked and he never wants to know how fast he would have had to drive to get to him from Boston. 

Shane just knows that Ilya had paced around his hotel room, ranting about backwards thinking assholes and how Shane was the only reason Montreal had cups at all.

They both knew what was going to happen to him. Shane was going to some no rate team as soon as playoffs were done. Shane could not stay. Not when Montreal had made it so clear that a freak like Shane Hollander should not be on their team. And no other team worth their salt would want him. Not with the open secret about him being gay. 

That they could excuse, but the real threat that Shane could end up pregnant? That is something that would be too hard to ignore. No one would want him. Ilya had been so offended when Shane said it, Shane had almost taken him to bed, but no, the mere thought that he would lose Ilya’s vague outline of friendship on top of everything else he lost…no. 

Ilya had slept on the couch of that hotel room and then watched Shane’s game on the same couch and when Shane returned, bruised and beat down and disgusted, Ilya had ordered him salmon from room service and hadn’t complained about the smell once and then kissed him gently on the forehead and told him to remember you are Shane fucking Hollander.

Shane resisted Ilya through six seasons in Ottawa with Ilya scheduling himself into Shane’s summer conditioning and a fucking vacation where they ran into each other on the same Greek island where Shane was looking for a very anonymous guy to fuck him and Ilya was there with his Boston buddies that he quickly abandoned to follow Shane around like an overgrown lab puppy.

Shane resisted through playoff runs where Ilya would call him everyday. He resisted through three cup celebrations - one for Ilya and two for Shane. He resisted through all the praise Ilya heaped upon him for pulling Ottawa to a cup - further proof, he said, that it was Shane all along. Which was the truth. Where was Montreal without him? No. Where. 

Shane resisted in the hospital when Ilya showed up with flowers for Shane and a charming smile for his parents and he resisted when Ilya showed up at his goddamn house with dinner and tape when Shane was released and he resisted when Ilya called him when the retirement post went up and he wanted to drive up to see him in Ottawa. 

There were eight years of resisting all stacked up one top of each other and then Shane quit resisting the night of the last award show Shane would attend because why should he let Ilya walk out of his life without giving in? Ilya would stop calling him, stop texting. Shane would fade into obscurity over the next couple of seasons.

And so he sent Ilya a text with his room number after his shower and then Ilya was in his room and saying thank you and fucking Shane like it was all he ever wanted. 

He didn’t stay the night, but he did kiss Shane sweet and gentle and say see you next season? as he left and Shane had told him to drink less this summer and then he was left in his hotel room with sheets that smelled like Ilya Rozanov and sex and Shane knew that it was good that he resisted so long because he suddenly understood those girls who made fake Mrs. Rozanov fan accounts after sleeping with him one time. He would have done really stupid shit to keep Ilya in his bed and it is better this way.

Except, of course, Ilya never stopped texting and he kept insisting that he come see Shane when he was in Ottawa for games and sometimes business meetings, which Shane thinks is maybe code for something else because Ilya shouldn’t have business meetings in Ottawa. 

He comes over and he makes Shane food and then they fuck on the couch or the counter or one memorable weekend right before the season started, Ilya stayed the night and talking Shane into letting him fuck him on the gym floor after watching Shane do yoga in the mirror.

It’s only been one and a half seasons of Shane letting Ilya fuck him, and give him bitchy biting comments about his hockey that Ilya grins about and pokes around at Ottawa’s lack of performance, and he’s right. It doesn’t matter how sloppy Ilya plays. Ottawa is lost without Shane. 

It’s Shane’s fault. He should have been on the bench, but he is stubborn and stupid and played through it and ended his career and Ottawa is…good. Solid. But, they’re a room of guys who need a star to follow. 

Luca is too young still and Troy is steady, but he’s not the guy people look to for leadership. 

What they need is a star and there’s one star in particular that Shane is imagining.

Ilya. 

Ilya is loyal to Boston, of course. Why wouldn’t he be. He’s won them cups. Multiple. He owns a stupid house outside city limits that Shane helped design and a penthouse close to the rink and cars and cars and cars and he’s their star. 

Ottawa has nothing for him. He could fuck Shane whenever he wanted, but Ilya has...Shane isn’t naive. Ilya has someone in most cities. Once in a fit of Ilya induced horniness, Shane had gotten onto Reddit to read the stories about Ilya and he knows that he is one of many people Ilya sees and some of them have to be better than Shane. Hotter. Younger. 

Shane would be really good for Ilya though. He could keep Ilya from smoking by withholding blowjobs. He could reward him for penalty free games with a plug in and dirty photos waiting for him on his phone. He could let Ilya go raw, if he - 

Well, something cold and horrible slides through all of Shane’s veins - a memory resurfacing of Ilya at 21, telling Shane over the phone that he’s not the father of that little girl the tabloids are claiming is his. Ilya tells him in careful detail all the ways he makes sure he has no children, but also that if she was, Ilya would rearrange his life to be around her. 

It had been a confirmation of a puzzle piece about Ilya’s family. Shane had known that he had no one, but that had confirmed it for him. 

Shane knows that if Ilya had a child in Ottawa - a child with Shane…well, Ilya would do something crazy like move here. He would insist on buying the house next door and they would build a little hallway between their houses so that their child could have two big houses and two parents and no separation. 

And Ilya would be a good father. Attentive and funny and caring. Shane has seen the videos of him in the children’s hospital. He has seen him at charity matches and all star games and camps. He knows Ilya would probably not give up all the other people he fucks in different places, but when he was in Ottawa, it would just be Shane. Probably. Assuming he would still want to fuck Shane. 

He could. Shane would still do all those things for Ilya and he would reward him so well for Ottawa wins and Shane would scratch that little itch in the back of his mind that was constantly buzzing about…children. About finding someone that wanted to have a baby with him because Shane did…want that. It was something he thought about a lot after he found out he was a carrier at 15. A someday scenario where he got to be the one who - 

Well, he could do it now. Shane could go off his birth control and very carefully coax Ilya into forgoing any of his very careful anti-pregnancy protocols and oopsie daisy, Shane is knocked up and Ilya is moving to Ottawa to restore glory to the team that Shane rebuilt with his bare hands. 

Maybe he’s a bad person, but Boston scores another goal and the camera’s cut to Coach who looks like he might murder someone and Shane knows his mind is made up. 

He’s going to have Ilya Rozanov’s baby.

Ilya comes over and fucks Shane in his bed. Shane takes him there specifically to work out the weaknesses in Ilya’s no baby plan, but is too fucked out and floaty to do anything except complain about Ilya leaving and then coming back and being cold and then having to leave before they can have dinner.

So, Shane has to go with the second option. Which is…convince Ilya to fuck him without a condom. 

It starts with one text message - sent right after a win against Vegas in Boston. 

Shane workshopped it for days and finally landed on being very direct. 

Do you ever think about watching your cum drip out of me?

Ilya calls him from the bathroom of the arena. Shane knows he’s still in the arena because the game is barely over and Ilya had just disappeared from the press screen in front of him. 

“Shane, what the fuck,” Ilya grits out. “What the fuck?”

Shane did not account for a phone call. He assumed Ilya would be tormented by the idea for hours while he celebrated his win and maybe fucked someone else (and thought about Shane’s text) and Shane would wake up tomorrow morning to find a half drunk text from Ilya like: fuck, Hollander, yes, in my dreams.

“I just think it’s hot,” Shane picks at a thread on a throw pillow. “I”ve never…”

Ilya is talking all low and angry like he does when he’s incredibly horny and can’t hold back. “What? You’ve never let anyone fuck you without a condom? No one?”

“No,” Shane tries to speak evenly. The truth is no one is fucking him these days except for Ilya. He hasn’t even indulged in his incredibly erratic vacation hookups. He hasn’t let Rose set him up with anyone. He’s been a monk in between visits with Ilya. “I sometimes think about it…About letting you plug me after and -”

“Fuck,” Ilya says and his voice sounds far away and it kind of echoes back like he’s shouting into the bathroom. “Shane, do not play with me about this.”

Shane knows how to play this. He has to keep focused. “Do you…” He makes his voice smaller and uncertain. He lets Ilya lead him because even though he’s older than him, Ilya still likes to play pretend about it. “I could get tested? It would be hot. Just once.”

There’s silence on the other end. 

Shane maybe overplayed it, so he switches it up. “But, if I let you fuck me raw, Ilya, you will not fuck me around, right? You won’t give me some disease or -”

“No,” Ilya grits out. “You are still in New York next month? I will be there, I will drive down and fuck, Shane.”

Shane did it. He has to do a little bit of math, he’s going to have to…maybe try again. If he just stops his birth control cold turkey, it will probably take more than one cycle to get pregnant, but he can try, and then put on a show and make it so hot for Ilya that he wants to do it again, right?

“I know it’s a lot…” Shane sighs. “I know it’s something maybe I should do with someone I’m…I don’t know, Ilya. Do you think it’s a good idea?”

Ilya is breathing very heavily. “You want?”

“I’m hard thinking about it.”

“New York,” Ilya says, final and sure. And then softer, he says, “go to bed, Shane.”

“Goodnight, Ilya. Be safe tonight.”

Ilya laughs, mean. “Oh, I will be.” And then the call disconnects and Shane turns the TV off and googles how quickly can I get pregnant when I go off my birth control and opens every reddit thread that pops up up the first page.

Shane is peeing on little sticks and he would be more mortified if he hadn’t been talking to Wiebe last night after an 8 game losing streak. 

Ilya will come to Ottawa and maybe they’ll together create the best hockey player in the world. Unless, of course they are really into…figure skating. Or snowboarding. 

Hopefully a winter sport. Shane doesn’t think he’s cut out for Summer Olympics life.

Or maybe cello. Yuna really wanted him to learn cello at some point.

It doesn’t matter. Shane and Ilya are both hockey prodigies and he is sure that whatever child they have will be a prodigy. Of their choosing. But, fuck wouldn’t it be cool to have Shane and then Ilya and then baby Rozanov all lead Ottawa to a cup. 

Shane can dream. At least until the baby can think for themself. 

Anyway, Shane is peeing on sticks to determine his fertility or whatever and he could maybe get pregnant in New York. Maybe. If nothing crazy happens.

Ilya doesn’t bring it up directly, but he does send Shane a link to a doctor’s office login with log in details and Shane reviews the whole panel and it’s all clear and he considers sending back his own panel, but Ilya doesn’t ask and Shane doesn’t really want to send his because the test is from before that first NHL awards where he let Ilya fuck him and then Shane would have to explain the whole thing so he just…doesn’t. 

Ilya doesn’t ask and so Shane packs two sizes of plugs and a bottle of lube that he switched out with fucking fertility friendly lube and he goes to New York for his meetings and his photoshoot, but first - 

Shane is barely unpacked and Ilya is there, pushing him facedown into the bed and refusing to let him up before he’s had one orgasm and Shane had a plan for this, a plan for dirty talk and easing Ilya into this, getting him sex drunk and getting him worked up for a whole weekend of sex and no condoms and -

“Give it to me,” Shane begs. “I need it, I need it.”

Ilya makes a filthy noise and slaps at Shane’s side to get him to prop himself up more. Shane gives it to him. And gives it and gives it and by the time Ilya has to leave to go back to Boston, he’s fucked Shane on every surface of this hotel room and plugged him full and promised him that he could have this again when they met up the next time Ilya was in Ottawa. 

Shane had been unable to stop his own orgasm at that promise. 

The thing Shane did not account for in this plan, was that Ilya inside him with nothing else was…hot. Way fucking hotter than he thought it would be and way more…emotional than he maybe considered. 

He maybe kind of…knew that the way he felt about Ilya was less than just thinking he was a good fuck and kind of friendship, but he hadn’t been ready to face that until now and maybe he should not have even let them get this far, but he did and now he’s going to tie himself to Ilya forever. Well. It’s a small price to pay. His feelings. 

Ilya wakes him up before his alarm to kiss him, running his fingers through his hair and promising to see him in two months, but that isn’t good enough for Shane so he manages to wake up enough to mumble, “No, I'll come to Boston next month. When you play Ottawa.”

The hand in Shane’s hair stops, but Ilya says, “okay, good, you stay with me,” so softly that Shane half convinces himself that he’s made it up until he’s staring at a negative pregnancy test 16 days later and a text message from Ilya asking him if he’s booked flights yet - Ilya wants to make sure to have groceries for Shane when he arrives and maybe Ilya was thinking, they could go out to dinner together. 

Shane looks at the test and then says yes to dinner because he thinks that even though it’s kind of a joke that Shane and Ilya are friends now, it might be good to soft launch like…more. Them going to dinner, them spending time together in public. It’s not like Shane is going to announce his pregnancy on Instagram like some gaudy influencer or pathetic WAG. He’s going to hide all that, obviously, but eventually someone will put all the pieces together and they’ll realize that Shane and Ilya have a baby together and…maybe it would be good if they hinted at a past romantic entanglement that fizzled out, but they’re committed to raising their child together. 

That’s so PR approved. He can hear his mother’s delight from here. 

Shane buys a plane ticket and prenatal vitamins in that order and then he sends Ilya the screenshots of his flights and adds, I have been thinking about your cum inside me.

Ilya sends a dick pic and then they’re having phone sex where Ilya says shit like I think about coming inside you so good that no one else will ever do and I think all you want is my cum forever.

Shane doesn’t deny it and he barely holds himself back from telling Ilya he really wants him to get him pregnant and move into the house next door and be here forever. 

He does think about building Ilya a cottage next to his on the lake so that they can just be a very strange kind of family all the time.

He doesn’t say any of that though, and he’s saved from his spiraling thoughts because Ilya asks him about St. Louis and suddenly Shane is way too caught up in telling Ilya about how to exploit their weaknesses. He doesn’t need Shane to tell him, but Shane thinks it amuses Ilya and so Shane goes on and on until Ilya is telling him that he has to go shower and Shane realizes they’ve been talking for two hours and he’s forgotten all the disappointment of the negative test. 

He wakes up the next morning to see that Ilya has added him to an iPhone note with a grocery list and also a list of restaurants in Boston with links directly to their menus and notes about how private they are. Shane feels kind of bad about tricking Ilya into his because he’s genuinely sweet and deserves better and maybe Shane is pulling him away from his real soulmate in Boston that he just hasn't met yet, but fuck. Shane is selfish and horrible and he’s going to take this because he wants it and because he’s maybe not a good person.

He could be Ilya’s soulmate probably. No one else is letting him fuck him raw. That has to count for something.

Ilya picks Shane up from the airport and pulls over into a closed coffee shop parking lot to kiss him and then drives him all the way out to his house in the suburbs and not his penthouse. Shane has never been to this house even though he technically helped Ilya pick the architect and helped with some of the design choices. 

Shane tries to be normal about it but he has a really hard time because Ilya picks him up and lays him out over the long long table that Shane picked out and he’s got two fingers inside of Shane and says, “you know sometimes I think about it? About how I could put a baby in you and keep you forever” and Shane jerks so hard that Ilya immediately stops what he’s doing to press one hand down on his chest to keep him still. 

He knows somehow. Ilya spent so many years playing this insane crazy game to get Shane into bed and he has somehow figured it out and is making Shane face it and admit it and then Ilya will pull a condom out because Shane is so easy for Ilya and Ilya won’t let him go, but he won’t give him what he wants.

But, Ilya is holding him down and making him look at him and he says, “I would keep you forever, I would keep you full and -”

“Stop,” Shane shoves his hand off because Ilya has never…made fun of him before. He’s never been truly mean about it. Shane needs to leave. He can get a car and a hotel room and -

“Shane,” Ilya doesn’t let him go, he’s got a bruising grip on Shane’s arm and his hip and normally Shane would be so grossed out by the lube Ilya is spreading all over his skin, but right now he just needs to get the fuck out of here. “Stop,” Ilya insists again and actually pushes him down into the table a bit too rough and it makes Shane freeze, wide eyed and breathing too fast. 

“Don’t,” Shane shuts his eyes, begs Ilya. Ilya is not cruel and he listens to Shane and he knows when Shane means stop for real and not that weak tiny stop he gives sometimes in bed. “Please,” he says. 

Ilya grips his chin, kind of shakes his face and Shane opens his eyes on fucking instinct because Ilya has him trained. “I’m a free agent at the end of the season,” Ilya says. 

Shane fucking knows that. He knows Ilya’s contract probably better than Shane does because Shane made Ilya give it to him so he could get it translated into Russian and also hire the translator to work with Ilya on all his contracts. It’s bullshit Boston didn’t do that for him when he was a rookie. 

“I want to fuck you,” Ilya says, “and knock you up.” Ilya takes his hand back from Shane’s hip and puts two fingers back inside him before immediately twisting a third finger in. “My plan before your very transparent baby trapping plot -” Shane whines and thrashes and Ilya grips his chin so hard it might bruise. “Was to sign with Ottawa and buy a house in your neighborhood and let you redecorate it and convince you to let me keep you.”

Shane kicks him. Hard. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Shane Hollander,” Ilya leans over his body and licks a line up his neck. It’s disgusting. Shane feels his cock jump. It’s horribly embarrassing. “I would convince you to take me to Christmas with Mama and Papa Hollander and show them I would treat you right, yes?”

It’s so mean and it feels so good. Ilya knows Shane’s body and he knows exactly how to work him over. 

“You would marry me,” Ilya bites down on the collarbone Shane broke that Ilya loves to kiss and Shane is feeling hot and cold and overwhelmed. “And then you would have my babies.”

“Ilya,” Shane says, and then because he doesn’t know what else to say, he says, “fuck you.”

The laugh that tumbles out of Ilya is fond and stupid and it makes Shane so mad. “But, you want my baby now?” Ilya has somehow gotten lube on his cock because it’s pressing into him and Shane is going to maybe sink down into the core of the earth in shame. “You can have baby and then we can get married,” Ilya says soft and horrible. “I am not picky.”

Shane is going to fucking die. What does Ilya mean? “What the fuck?” He can’t think or deal or -

“Shane,” Ilya bites, “Shut up and let me work, I am doing very important baby making work.”

“I hate you,” Shane tells him and then has to stop because Ilya adjusts and words don’t exist or make sense or - 

Ilya yanks him down and pulls him back and kisses him hard and says, “I have been waiting for this moment since I saw you at the draft,” and somehow Shane believes him. Somehow. 

Shane’s whole world is being rewritten around that single sentence. Ilya…waiting for what? Shane on this table? Shane letting Ilya fuck him in this home? Shane wanting to have Ilya’s baby?

What?

He only knows he said it out loud when Ilya grips his chin again and looks directly in his eyes and says, “for you to be only mine.” 

Shane does die a little bit. Or he slips so far into Ilya’s eyes that he cannot think. It doesn’t matter because Ilya is touching him and kissing him and whispering something in Russian that Shane doesn’t know and it’s insane and perfect and Shane can’t think about anything anymore. 

Ilya is in love with him apparently. 

Shane is naked in Ilya’s shower, being held up by Ilya’s hands and thighs and he’s trying to make it all make sense. 

Ilya says it again. “I have loved you the whole time, Shane. Of course, I have been trying to figure out how to make you love me back.”

“The whole time?” Shane tries to take it back the whole way, from the first look. 

“Well, I knew it was love the first time you took me to a bar in Ottawa and chewed me out for being lazy on my left side, but looking back, it was love the whole time.”

“The whole time?” Shane says again. 

Ilya pushes Shane’s hair back from his forehead and smiles at him soft. “Well, when did you know you loved me?”

Shane knows he’s going to be disappointed. “Uh,” he starts to say, but Ilya is already laughing and kissing him and touching his side so softly, petting over his skin. 

“Shane Hollander,” Ilya is doing that really rare squinty smile. “You are my favorite person. I cannot wait to make more of you.”

It makes Shane burn with embarrassment and want and horror and something he’s realizing is love and it is all tied up in being found out and seen and wanted anyway. “We better try again,” Shane says. “To make sure there’s more of us.”

Ilya looks like he’s going to devour him and Shane is going to let him. 

Ilya posts four photos to Instagram the day he signs his contract with Ottawa.

The first is his official Ottawa headshot that Harris giggles endlessly over. The second is a breakfast spread on a table on a back porch with a massive backyard in the background. There are two coffees, one Ilya approved breakfast and one very very famous grain bowl. The third photo is of Shane and Ilya, talking face to face inside the Ottawa locker room. Shane is…really barely visibly pregnant, but it’s enough that people will talk. The fourth photo is a selfie - Ilya shirtless in the grass, his crucifix necklace has a new addition. A gold ring with one single diamond embedded in the metal.

Sharp fans have already noticed Shane has one in silver in the photo in the locker room. 

They still manage to keep it firmly a rumor until Ilya one up’s Scott Hunter in style by kissing a very visibly pregnant Shane Hollander on the ice after he wins his first Stanley Cup for Ottawa. A toddler in Ilya’s arms with blond curls and dark brown eyes. 

Shane Hollander would like it to be notated down in the very unofficial and completely made up record of his career that he did not let Ilya Rozanov fuck him until after he retired and he regrets it deeply.