Summary:

“I’ve been looking at Twitter,” Ilya said, one hand on the wheel and the other playing with the hair at the nape of Shane’s neck. It wasn’t doing much to calm the stiffness in his shoulders. “Is not so bad, most people are more mad at your GM than you. It helps that everything is so mysterious.”

“Really?” Pava asked, his head appearing from the backseat. “I see people very mad at him.”

“Not helping, Pava.”

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Shane Hollander moves to Boston and tries to find his place on a new team. In some ways, it's more difficult than he expected.