“Good evening, Ilya,” Scott said. He was standing opposite Rozanov at the face-off circle, ready for the first puck drop of the game. “Don’t worry, old man,” Rozanov said with a grin, “I know you must be getting tired. I’ll make sure you lose so you can get started on your summer vacation.” “My only summer plans involve a Stanley Cup parade.” They bent for the face-off, and Scott winked at him. Scott won the face-off.
