It had been some time since you and Ilya had broken up. It was a short relationship, but intense enough to make the media buzz. Even though it hadn’t lasted long, everyone wanted to know who you were, the new foreign girlfriend appearing beside the hockey star, Rozanov.

The decision to break up came from him. Your ego was completely wounded. Ilya still felt something for you, still loved you, perhaps more than he wanted to admit. However, the turmoil that dominated his life spoke louder and ended up pushing you into an undefined place, where you were just friends. You still saw each other often and sometimes ended up in bed together, but that was it.

The night went on while you were at his place. Ilya had returned to Russia and invited you to watch another team’s game by his side. He even paid for your flight so you could go to his country and spend some time with him.

“Look at this, that guy plays really badly.”

The voice came out hoarse, loaded with that dragged Russian accent he had. Rozanov kept his eyes glued to the television while slowly sliding his hand over your thighs.