Pink Bows In His Hair – Part One – Marblez
Ilya Rozanov was an asshole. Everyone knew that. He was even proud of that fact. But he was their asshole, Boston’s asshole, and they loved him for it. The team. The management. The fans. Only a few people were permitted to get close enough to realise that it was all an act. Ilya Rozanov liked people to think he was an asshole. He did it to keep people at arm’s length. To protect himself from being hurt. Hurt by what, precisely, Cliff wasn’t entirely certain.