Jane: I can’t believe New York is finally going to win the cup. Ilya couldn’t believe it either. Scott fucking Hunter was going to be a Stanley Cup champion in about forty seconds. Ilya: I hate Hunter. Jane: No you don’t. Ilya: I do. Jane: Stop. I’ll get jealous if you keep talking like that. Ilya laughed. Alone, in his penthouse in Boston, he laughed.
