Summary:

“They need to return to a conference based system,” Svetlana said, slamming her hand against the table. “It was fucking fine the way it was, why are we handing out participation trophies to shitty divisions?”

Ilya raised his eyebrows from where he hovered in the kitchen, cracking open another Red Bull.

“This is fun,” he said, deadpanned. “You guys should start a podcast or something. I would not listen, you are both terribly boring.”

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Or, after an injury on the ice forces Shane into an early retirement, he and Svetlana start a podcast.