Summary:

“I’m here. I’m here,” comes through, finally. “Sorry, just- I’m here. What do you need?”

“Just talk,” Ilya begs, not even caring how pathetic he sounds. “Please.”

“Okay, okay,” Hollander breathes. “You know. I keep thinking. This isn’t right. There’s something fucking wrong.”

“Of course there’s something wrong, Hollander! Your building is on fire!”

“I fucking know, Rozanov!”

Or:

Pre-tunamelt, in peak situationship era, Hollanov’s building catches fire… with Ilya still inside.