“You said there was one guy in Moscow. The, um...” “My coach’s son. Yes. He was one.” “The first one?” “I said he was. Yes.” “You never said that. I mean, it was implied, I guess, but—” “He was the first.” Ilya bit the inside of his cheek, then added, “Possibly the best too.” “You’re such a giant dick.” “You know who had a giant dick?” Ilya asked wistfully. Shane’s chair screeched across the kitchen floor as he stood up. He snatched his plate off the table and stormed off toward the sink. Ilya continued eating his breakfast. “Was I the second?” Shane asked, after he had finished rinsing his
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