Summary:

“Yes, it is Rozanov.” He bit out, pouring his rage in the receiver. “And I asked you question. Did it feel good threatening defenseless player? Did it make you feel like a big man? Like real man?” He flung out, bitterness coating the words like weapons. He hoped Hunter got poisoned. “I don’t und– Are you talking about fucking Hollander right now?” “Congratulations, Hunter, you still remember. I was worried that you would forget, in your old age. Or maybe it is because you threaten a lot of people, that you didn’t know?” Words felt so useless in that moment. He wanted real blades; things he could fling in Hunter’s face and draw blood. *** In the aftermath of his fight with Scott Hunter, Shane panics. For the first time since this whole thing started, someone knows. Ilya might not be as scared as Shane - Hunter knowing, isn't the worst surprise - but he is angry.