Summary:

On the poster, Ilya’s own face looked back at him through a Snapchat dog filter, the image clearly taken to show off his flexed torso. Ilya didn’t recognize the selfie. He could’ve sent it to any number of girls. Someone had put jail bars over the image and below it, in bold letters, was simple text:

ILYA ROZANOV:
THIS MAN IS A DOG!
TEXT IRIS TO JOIN THE SUPPORT GROUP

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Following the tuna melt diaster, Ilya goes out to a bar in Boston and sees a poster for an Ilya Rozanov support group. Posing as Lily, he joins a group chat of his past consquests and discovers that he's not nearly as hard to figure out as he thinks he is.