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Are you seeing anyone these days?

Nope.

Matheson on the power play while Petrov warms the bench.

Jesus Christ.

Since when do you care what Colorado does?

Since when did you start smoking again?

I haven't started again.

Just every once in a while.

I care about all hockey teams as you well know.

Of course.

Especially ones that put good Russian players

on the second shift of the power play

so mediocre Canadian players can waste a minute and a half

with the man advantage.

Mediocre? Matheson?

Yes. You can quote me.

When I see him at the all-star game.

So embarrassing that he's playing.

The people voted. They love him.

The people are wrong.

You're playing on the same team as Hollander this year, right?

Is he also mediocre?

No, he's amazing. Those hands.

And he's gorgeous.

If you say so.

What?

You know he's gorgeous. And you know he's good.

He's very good.

I would love to see you on a line with him.

Not sure he can play wing.

But you can.

You would have him center me?

Me?

The people would love it.

The people are wrong!

The people are wrong!

I wonder how many outfits Rose Landry will bring.

She has such good style.

What the fuck do you want?

Who gives a shit?

Calm down.

Stop fucking avoiding me.

If only.

So?

So what?

Don't fucking touch me.

Then tell me the fucking plan.

Jesus Christ.

I don't know yet, Alexei! He just died.

Can I get a minute to breathe?

And me?

What about me?

Do I get to breathe too?

Or is that just something reserved for rich faggots who abandon their families?

Abandoned?

Who's money do you live on, you piece of shit?

Who puts food in your mouth and coke up your nose?

I have a child, Ilya!

And a fucking wife!

And me, I've spent the last five months

taking care of our dying father every fucking day!

I thought I heard singing.

Great.

Now we have to listen to this whore run her mouth.

Stop, Ilya! Stop.

He's not worth it. He's not worth anything.

You can have my apartment.

And there will be a trust for my niece.

She can have it when she's 18.

And you will never, ever contact me again.

If you do, I will use every piece of my fame and money

and notoriety to make sure that you can't show your face in this fucking city

without someone wanting to break it open.

So take what I offer,

shut your fucking mouth and walk away.

I don't deserve you.

Yes, you do.

But you don't want me.

You know I love you.

I know you do.

But it's not the same as it is with Jane, is it?

I love you too.

And whatever you need, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere.

I just hope Jane knows how lucky he is.

I never want to come back here again.

I fucking hate it here.

And they all fucking hate me.

I pay for everything.

I make sure everyone has clothes they like.

I make sure the food is perfect,

that Father is buried next to his parents,

that the tomb is perfect.

And the only fucking word I ever hear is:

"I want more, Ilya. I need more, Ilya, more, more, more!"

And I have nothing for these people!

I give them everything…

but I feel fucking empty.

They don't care.

They look at me and they see a bank. Or an enemy.

Or I don't even know what.

My brother, he always hated me.

And I know why, but…

it kills me.

And it kills me that he took care of my father and I didn't.

But I couldn't!

I wasn't here.

I still paid for it all.

And he will never forgive me.

For any of it.

For existing.

And it means…

I have no one now.

Well, not no one. I have…

Svetlana.

She loves me.

And I love her.

But not like…

Fuck me.

But not like I love you.

That's the worst fucking part of all this is…

that all I want is you.

It's always you.

I'm so in love with you, and I don't know what to do about it.

I wish I was too.

For your niece. Don't forget.

Put them in the suitcase.