Summary:

"He hates me." It was Rozanov's only reply, frail and desperate and entirely unbelieving. Scott couldn't help but scoff.

"No he doesn't." Rozanov kept his steely gaze trained on the ground, making a few attempts to speak before words actually found him.

"That is what he said?" His shaky words were a timid mix of devastated and hopeful, and Scott found himself fighting back watering eyes of his own.

"More than once." Scott confirmed. "Something tells me that you don't hate him, either." With that, the dam broke.

or:

Scott's still looking for his hotel room after talking to Shane Hollander. He finds Ilya Rozanov, instead.