Summary:

For one, singular, blissful moment, nothing is wrong when Ilya wakes up.

And then the bubble pops.

With something less like a pinprick and more like a gunshot.

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After Ilya is outed he has to deal with being the only openly queer player in the league, being Russian, and being in love with Hollander even after he ran away all at once. It sucks. He does it anyway.