Summary:

Shane heads straight to his stall, starts tugging his jersey over his head, and without any preamble, turns to Ostrovsky and says, “Rook, what was the one thing I told you not to do tonight?”

Guiltily, Ostrovsky lisps, “Get into shit with Rozanov and Marleau.”

Shane sighs, all put-upon weariness. “And what was the literal first thing you did?”

Or: Five fights Shane Hollander (tries to) stop on the ice, and the one that he starts.