Summary:

“You are Scott Hunter’s boy, yes?” Hockey Guy asked, and fuck, he was Russian. Not that Kip had anything against Russians, of course, but the chances were that any given Russian in the NHL was not going to be all that friendly to gay people. The only Russian NHL player Kip was at all familiar with was that Rozanov guy from Boston, and based on the “fighter, womanizer, party boy” stories he’d heard about the guy, he was really hoping that he was not the man standing next to him.

“Yeah. That’s me.” Kip confirmed, standing straighter and flashing a tight smile.

Hockey Guy grinned and offered his hand. “Ilya Rozanov. Nice to meet you.”

God fucking damn it.

Or: During the MLH award ceremony, Kip finds himself having a very interesting conversation with Ilya Rozanov.