Summary:

Sometimes, the world gets a little too much for Shane Hollander. He gets tied up in knots. He skates and scores goals but doesn't score them right. And for a long time it was just that— a discomfort he couldn't pinpoint, a disconnect, where everything tilts and tilts and tilts and only he stays in place. For a long time, there was no place for Shane to rest—to forget—the way his body needed. For a long time, there was no Ilya Rozanov. Not like this. Not like now.