Summary:

“Don’t blink, dorogoy,” says Ilya. Shane feels his body tense, bracing in response to the unexpected Russian. “I don’t even know what that means!” he says, irritated. Ilya smirks. “That’s what makes it fun.” The puck drops. Ilya wins the face-off. Five times Ilya calls Shane pet names in Russian, and one time he finally understands them.