Summary:

Ilya suddenly cleared his throat, squared his shoulders, lifted his chin with a strange expression and began reciting poetry in Russian.

Shane's jaw dropped.

“...anyway, he cut his wrists, wrote this poem with his blood, and hanged himself. What?”

Shane closed his mouth, shook his head, and finally said,

“When I came here, I expected a lot of things. I don't know that you'd make me drink litres of vodka or something like that. But not poetry in a cemetery, I admit, I didn't see it coming.”

...

NHL 2012 Lockout. Hollander comes to Moscow to play in the KHL and learns two things: Moscow landlords don't particularly like renting to Asians, and Ilya Rozanov has a spare room.