Summary:

“… they said you were playing more like Shane Hollander.” Shane grinned at him. He knew baiting him would work better if he didn’t look smug about it. But he also knew Ilya was hot- headed enough it wouldn’t really matter. Ilya narrowed his eyes. He spied the trap. His words had a little grit to them. “Oh, I cannot make a play without learning from you? I forgot in Russian Hockey we just beat each other to death with sticks.” *** Even though they’re committed now, Shane can’t help riling Ilya about how he's ‘boring' now too.