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    The world did not work like this, with him under Rozanov, with Rozanov fucking him for the first time in his life and then again and again and again. It did not work like hiding his whole life, the important parts of it, from his parents. But also, it did. And fuck if Shane was going to give it all up because he was scared.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    11 May 2026

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    Walking back to the restaurant in a daze he had sobbed at random, at the sheer look of Moscow in the night, thinking, this is literally it. I’ll never come back. And maybe he would, but so far down the line that all would be totally unrecognizable. The orange light, the blue light against the snow. His nose running. Cars buried in snow, cars buried in snow.

    Moscow, Shane's cottage, Boston, New York.

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    10 May 2026

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    Shane goes for a massage.

     

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    08 Apr 2026

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    "Must be nice."

    Shane's cheeks hurt from the fixed smile he's been wearing since nine in the morning. He passes a signed photo of himself to the waiting woman with a nod before turning back to Hayden. "What must be nice?"

    "Dude, the line of people waiting for your autograph wraps all the way around the building. Twice." Hayden hands him a water bottle, cap already off. "Here you go. Stay hydrated."

    Shane hides a wince; the slightly warm water tastes like plastic, and it lingers unpleasantly on his tongue. He's been signing for what feels like hours already and the crowd isn't getting any smaller. "Fitness is popular these days."

    "Sure. Fitness." Hayden gives a pointed look to the stack of photos in front of Shane: one set with him smiling awkwardly into the distance, arms crossed in his workout gear, and the other with him leaning against the side of a motel pool the marketing department rented for the morning, towel around his neck. The photographer insisted, despite protests that his workouts have never featured swimming.

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    Bookmarker's Notes

    ilya writing his name and other terms of endearment (lol) on shane's skin in a big thick marker. ppl died lives were changed higher planes of existence were reached