Summary:

“Wait, Mr. Raiders fan,” Rozanov calls. Constable Sullivan pauses. “I get a phone call, yes?” “Sure.” He pulls out his own phone. “Do you know the number?” Rozanov nods. The numbers all come out in a rush, as though he’s memorized it in one long string and can’t think of any of them separately. It’s a Montreal area code, the constable notes, as he types it in. As the phone rings, he puts it on speaker and asks Rozanov: “Who is it?” “Shane Hollander.” “Fuck off. Who is it really?” Or: in the midst of the Rose breakup, the Raiders win a game in Montreal. Unable to do what he normally does after Montreal games, Ilya goes out to a club, gets super drunk, and ends up getting picked up by Montreal police for public intoxication. Sitting in a holding cell, the only number he can remember is Shane's.