“You talked to all of the Russians in the NHL?” Asher asks, sounding kind of awed. “How? Do y’all have, like, weekly secret phone meetings? Do your families all know each other? Is there really a Russian Hockey Mafia?” “No,” Kuzy says patiently, as if Asher is particularly stupid. “We have group chat. WhatsApp.” “Oh.” Asher looks disappointed. “But if is a Russian Hockey Mafia, I’m boss.” “Of course,” Jeff says.
