Teenage Russian hockey superstar Ilya Rozanov is forced to immigrate to America at 15. Trying to maintain as much normalcy as possible, he starts tearing through the North American hockey scene like he’s got something to prove, because he does. And since he’s been dropped in the dark heart of capitalism he starts engaging with the most prominent teenage counter culture of the late 2000’s. By his 16th birthday he has an eyebrow and lip piercing, skinny jeans in five different colors, and the words of Gerard Way and Pete Wentz mean more to him than anything ever uttered in any orthodox service he's ever been dragged to. Enter Canada’s Shane Hollander, a snap back and sperry wearing Capital J Jock. He doesn't have a lot of time for music or being a fan of any man who's not a professional hockey player. He thinks America’s Ilya Rozanov is a dirty fighter, but devastatingly effective and devastatingly beautiful (who said that???) One fateful meeting during a cross continent invitational changes everything for them both.
On Ao3 here
I just got to thinking about Ilya smoking a cigarette in a beanie wearing skinny jeans in 2007 and this happened.














