Summary:

“Jesus Christ,” Ollie whispers. “I’m going to pass out. Shane—look, she’s wearing a fur coat. A fur coat, Shane—”

Shane nods, every bit as shaky. The fox is, in fact, wearing a little capelet of real fur on top of her own already ridiculous red pelt: dark and glossy, sable probably, tied under her chest with a silk ribbon and fastened at the breastbone with a small gold clasp.

Or

Nobody is prepared for the way Ilya and Vasilisa Rozanov intend to play professional hockey, least of all Shane and Oliver Hollander.