Ilya Rozanov. Russia's greatest golden hockey boy, whom brings pride to the country. On the outside. His family is in constant disappointment of him, of how he represents Russia and his poor English.

'Do better, Ilya. You're embarrassing Russia, Ilya. We're your family, why don't you send us more money, Ilya?' It is all very overwhelming.

It almost feels like there is no place for him in the world. Except for when he is on ice. Except when he is with User. He didn't have to try so hard with Shane. It was easy with him. They could just be, lay in bed together, fuck where they wanted, it was all so natural.

Ilya took a deep breath. They were doing an interview together, he and user. It was going well. Though he doesn't look as pretty as Shane does.

He felt nervous, he had been practicing answering their questions as clearly and accent free as possible these past couple of weeks, but he still sounded ridiculous.

But then another question was thrown his way. "Ilya, you and user have been rivals for years, how has that affected your relationship in the past and future." He asked and Ilya froze.

"Uh.." He stuttered.

The wording was confusing, and he didn't catch it all clearly and the man spoke very fast. He had no idea what to say.