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butterflyintochains · 11 days ago

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The Pittsburgh Gambit

Fed up of the lack of good coaching and bad management, one of the 32 best hockey teams in the world band together, and go for the nuclear option. Something they didn't exactly want to do, but they're left with no other choice. With each other's support, and the backing of Mario, the league, and the PA. The Penguins pull the trigger, and decide to force management's hands.

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This is nothing short of a complete and utter clusterfuck. It should not have had to come to this. Truth be told, this shouldn't even be happening at all. But, it is happening, and they need to do this for their own good before anything else. They deserve better, their city deserves better, and their fans deserve better. So, fuck it, they're doing this, and they're doing this now. The morning after that 7-1 tragedy of a loss to Dallas, the core call a family meeting at Cranberry, without coaching staff or management allowed in. It's half past eight when Sid checks his watch, he's hedging his bets that no one slept much last night. He and Geno certainly didn't. Kris probably didn't either, and if Kris didn't, neither did Erik. Not that anyone would know it. Everyone takes their seats, the trio and Erik at the front of the room. Erik might not wear a letter, but nobody is going to tell Kris that, not today. ''Alright, boys, we all know why we're here, we need change, and need it now.'' Sid says, playing with his wedding ring.

Rusty looks to Sid, and asks. ''What's the plan? We follow you four.''

Kris bluntly says, pulling up a blank word document. ''We're all going on strike. So, until things change, no hockey, no training, nothing. I've been in talks with the PA about this for a couple of weeks, and they'll support us.''

Jack looks stunned, not quite what Kris and Erik wanted for his first real season, but, this is for him. ''We're striking? All of us?''

Erik nods, tying his hair up out of his face. ''All of us in this room, skatten mitt, until further notice, we're all striking. Kyle is failing us, Sully is failing us. So, we're hitting them where it hurts.''

Drew points out, his sunny self dimmed lately. ''What about the season? We're hosting Detroit tomorrow, right?'' Geno speaks up this time, the four of them speaking with one voice. ''It won't make a difference, luchik, we're already tied for last, what's a strike gonna harm?''

Sid says, stamping his place as captain right away, even if Kris is handling their little manifesto. ''Are we good to go on this? We're gonna need all of us in on this for it to work.'' Everyone nods emphatically, and Sid says. ''Kris, get typing.'' Kris puts the document on the big screen, and types up the introduction to their strike notice while everyone talks. This is the wildest thing he's ever done, including eloping to Sweden with Erik.

Fenway Sports Group, Kyle Dubas, and Coaching Staff. Exercising our rights as workers to collective bargaining and unionization, and led by Captain Sidney Crosby, Alternates Evgeni Malkin and Kris Letang, and Norris Winner Erik Karlsson. We, the Pittsburgh Penguins team, are officially going on strike effective today November 12th of 2024. As most would know, this season is quickly deteriorating, and we have missed two consecutive playoffs, and look set to miss a third. We would like it to be known that very little, if nothing at all, is being done to course correct this downward spiral. This is not a decision we have taken lightly, but this course of action appears to be our only choice. We sincerely apologize to our ever-loyal fans for letting them down the last couple of seasons, and assure them that this is not the end of our season. If our terms are met, we should be back on the ice in black and gold for them sooner than later.

Kris looks up from typing, and addresses the group. ''Right, here's our preamble, how does it look?''

Marcus reads it over, and nods. ''It's perfect, what next?'' Erik says, looking over his husband's shoulder. ''Our terms as a union. So, what are we after?''

Beauvillier mentions better management who will take action when it's needed, and be accountable to the team. Tristan mentions better coaches, the trio share a pensive look, they've served under Sully for a decade, but eras end, so it's added to the manifesto. ''Alright, looks good, boys, anything else?'' Sid asks, taking a look at things on the big screen.

Ricky says. ''Better press, I'm sick of the media people around us, except for Taylor and Michelle... they can stay.'' Everyone claps for him for saying this out loud. They've been sick of media for about a season now. Kris adds it to the document. ''Right: management, coaching, media, anything else?'' Kris asks.

Rusty proposes. ''I'd like In The Room back, so our fans can see us as people again.''

Kris nods, and adds it to the document. ''Alright, is that all?'' Nobody speaks up to add anything, so the terms are finalized.

Our terms for return to play are as follows: A change of management to a front office with our best interests at heart, and who will take accountability for mis-steps, and correct them accordingly. A complete change of coaching staff from the ground up, as much as we respect decade-long head coach Mike Sullivan, it's time for a new set of eyes. Greater checks and balances on what our media circle are allowed to ask our players, to protect their mental health and truth in reporting. And, finally, a return of In The Room so as to link us back to our fans the way we used to be.

Kris next drafts the outro to the manifesto, knowing once this gets posted online, everything changes.

Until our terms are met, there will be no hockey or training from our team members. This is not a choice we came to lightly, but it must be done to restore this team to the glory it once had. We feel supported in this by the NHLPA and by the wider NHL itself, as well as the perpetual support of our city and Mario Lemieux, and confident to move ahead with our labour strike. Best regards, The Pittsburgh Penguins Team.

Finally, the manifesto is done, and just needs somewhere to be posted. Drew proposes creating an instagram account for the team as a union, and Kris sets it up under Sid's email address. It's only right that it be linked back to the captain. Jack helps get the manifesto ready to post. ''Alright, are we ready to get going on this?'' Sid asks. Everyone cheers. ''Great, Kris, pull the trigger.'' Kris hits 'post' and adds the caption. ''An address to everyone.''

Geno checks his watch, and says. ''Right, as of now, we're on strike. Everyone, out.'' The whole team exit the training arena, acutely aware that they've just lit a fire in the organisation. Once back at their cars, Erik asks. ''Did we do the right thing?''

Sid says, fiddling with his watch. ''We did the only thing, Karl. Hopefully, it works.''

They all head home, it's weird, they should be training in two hours' time, but they're heading home instead. Kris leads Erik and Jack inside out of the cold, Buddha and Freya asleep by the fireplace, Penny nestled between them. Rusty and Drew will have no doubt gone over to Sid and Geno's place. ''So... that was... intense.'' Jack says.

Kris grabs a protein shake. ''Intense and necessary, mon dauphin, this will help you well into the future.''

Jack asks them, looking to his surrogate fathers for guidance. ''What happens now?''

Erik says, crashing into an armchair, leaning his head back. ''We do whatever we want, except for hockey.'' Which is even weirder, hockey players during the season who aren't allowed to play, they're all healthy, but there's something bigger to fight for now. And, they're in this fight together, as they always have been.

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Turns out, the strike is wildly popular with the fans and the rest of the hockey world, even the foreign leagues are backing them up, as well as the IIHF. Even the Capitals and Flyers are supporting them in this, which is nothing short of a miracle. No action has been taken on their list of terms yet, but one party will need to relent at some point. However, one is worried about their bottom line, the other is a group of pissed off and stubborn hockey players. Even Jagr out east in Europe has called them all to congratulate them on this. Kris' office is the base of operations for now, he's the only one with a link to the PA. Erik comes in with some tea for his husband, and asks him. ''Who's emailing you now, hjartat?'' Kris takes his mug in his stiff hands. ''Tyler Myers from Vancouver, amour. Said the Canucks are wishing us well in this. Fourth team rep this morning.'' A notification pings on his laptop, Kris rolls his eyes. ''Make that a fifth.''

Erik smiles, and says. ''You go downstairs and chill, I'll handle this.'' Kris furrows his brows, and asks. ''Are you sure, amour?''

Erik nods, and says. ''We're in this strike together, right?'' Kris stands from his seat, and pops his back, kissing Erik's lips. ''Best husband ever.''

Erik takes his seat, and says. ''Right back at you, sweetheart.'' Kris goes downstairs, where Jack is playing chess with Drew, little Penny tucked up in his lap. The black kitten is the apple of his eye. ''You winning, Ivy?''

Jack says, concentrated on the board. ''Dunno yet.''

Kris reads while the boys carry on their game, Erik gets down not too long later. Finally done with the business end of the day, hopefully. Sometime into the afternoon, after lunch, a knock comes at the door. Erik goes to answer it, a courier with a long package for them. ''For Mr Letang and Mr Karlsson.''

Erik takes it in one arm. ''Thank you.'' He says, closing the door again, he sets the package on the dining table, and opens it. The contents set his blood on fire. A bottle of his and Kris' favourite wine, with a note.

From your friend, Kyle.

Friend? Since when? Erik calls his husband into the dining room. ''Kris, come here, please?'' Kris comes to join him, scandalized at what he sees, he reads the note, and balls it up. ''That fucking snake.'' They got three days into the strike, and now the love bombing begins. ''How did he even... Jason, of course.'' Erik says, uncorking the bottle, and dumping the red liquid down the sink. The bottle is thrown away, the cork is washed, and given to little Penny to play with. The note is tossed into the fireplace, Kris calls Sid. ''Sid, have you and Geno gotten a bottle of whiskey and vodka today?''

Sid sounds confused, but says. ''Yeah, just now, one of each, why?'' Kris says. ''Dump them both down the sink, they're from Kyle. He sent us a bottle of wine. Jason told him our favourite.''

Sid sighs, and says. ''Thought he'd try this.'' He must set his phone down, because Kris hears the cracking of bottle lids, and liquid being poured down their kitchen sink. ''Okay, I've done it.''

Erik says. ''Get onto the rest, if he's done the same, they'll need to do as we've done.''

Sid affirms to his brother and brother-in-law. ''Will do, see you both tomorrow. Love you both, and Jack too.'' Kris almost forgot about dinner at the Crosby-Malkin household tomorrow evening. Kris says, swallowing heavily. ''We love you too, give Geno a hug for us. Godspeed, brother.''

Jack asks, looking up from his phone. ''We're gonna win this fight, right?''

Erik assures him, the future of the d-corps shouldn't need to ask these questions, but, here they are. ''We've got each other, of course we'll win.'' That's the crux of this, a family who love each other are fighting against an organisation. This always goes well in the movies, doesn't it? Kris takes Penny into his hands, she's getting a bit bigger now, but she still fits for now. ''We'll be just fine, they'll cave eventually.'' Kris tries to sound certain of things, tries to sound confident in this strike working, but they have no fucking idea how this is going to go. No individual team has done this before, they're effectively on uncharted territory right now.

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Some of the team are gathered the following evening at Sid and Geno's place for dinner. This is also serving as a sort of progress meeting. Mario has relayed to them that Fenway are breathing down Kyle's neck to step down, but he's not moving. That sick part of Sid's mind pictures Kyle barricading himself in his office, and refusing to come out. He's sure Kris has had the same thought. During dinner, which has had to be spread around the dining room and living room to accommodate everyone, Rusty's phone rings. He puts it on speaker, and answers it, looking around the room at his family. ''Bryan Rust, who am I speaking to?''

Elliotte Friedman says. ''Hey, Bryan, it's Friedman, I was wondering if you'd be up for an interview about the team's recent labour strike?'' That's one of their terms, no media until this is resolved. ''Sorry, Friedman, I'm not doing media until our terms are met.''

Friedman pushes, as all media people do, because they only exist as long as the players do. ''I'm sure you could waive that, Bryan.''

Sid speaks up, putting on his best captain voice. ''He said no interview, leave us be.'' Rusty hangs up, let him have that at least. They get back on with dinner, determined not to let the call spoil the good mood. It's weird, how free they all feel while on this strike, they're not working, and have their days to themselves. These team dinners wouldn't be happening otherwise. ''Anyone had any texts from them yet?'' Erik asks.

Beauvillier says. ''No, nothing on my end.'' Drew nods, putting his feet up on the coffee table. ''Me neither, it's like they know we're not going to negotiate.''

Marcus says. ''There's nothing to negotiate, is there? They know we've got them dead to rights, they know we're not moving. They can't trade all of us, can they?''

Kris nods, relaxing in an armchair, turning his wedding ring on his finger. ''I'm not going anywhere without my husband and brothers, bottom line. I played all those years without you, Erik, I'd not survive it a second time.''

Erik sits on the arm of Kris' chair, and takes his hand to kiss it gently. ''I'm not going anywhere away from you either, and if they get any ideas, I'll show them our wedding certificate.'' Sid says, looking lovingly at Geno. ''That's a good idea, Erik.''

Geno laughs, and kisses Sid's temple. ''Ours is in the bedroom, framed.''

Coming to a realization, the ball finally dropping about just what Kyle is up against with this strike, the four men who are the two great love stories in the league. Those two marriages, different, but equally strong, and the love for the team. ''Long live the Pittsburgh Power Couples, and the most dangerous quartet in this league.'' Ricky says.

Ned nods enthusiastically. ''Lead us to paradise, boys.''

While they're all chatting about what comes next in the coming days, Sid's phone rings. The room grows tense right away, dreading that call from Kyle or Mario, but Sid's glowing smile relaxes the room. He puts it to speaker. ''Good evening, superstar, how are you?'' It's Jake, thank God. Jake says, voice bright. ''Hi, guys! I'm good, Victor said he's proud of you guys. So am I, actually. How are you all doing? How's the strike working out?''

Geno says to their middle kid. ''We're doing just fine, lisichka. The strike is going well so far.''

Jake says. ''I couldn't believe it when I saw the statement, we were in a team meeting, and Shearsy said 'holy shit', and showed me his phone. It was such a shock.''

Kris says to his nephew. ''It was a shock to write, Jakey, but, it was necessary.''

Jake asks his family up north. ''Any progress on anything yet?'' Rusty says to his younger brother. ''Mario said Fenway are urging Kyle to step down and fire the coaching staff, but he's not budging. We've not been near the rinks in four days.''

Drew adds, informing his older brother. ''And, Rusty got asked for an interview this evening, we're on a media blackout too.'' Jake just laughs, probably wishing he could be part of this little thing with his family. ''Good for you! Victor and Kucherov can't stop talking about it right now.''

Erik asks, intrigued at what his best friend has been saying. ''What's Victor been saying, Jake?''

Jake says. ''He said he's really proud of you guys, and has been desperate to visit you all during this whole thing.'' He adds. ''Like, this is the first single team strike in history, and everyone is blown away.'' Sid says to Jake. ''Well, it's for the greater good, so it'll be worth it in the end.''

Jake says. ''I hope so, for all of your sakes. I'll let you guys go, love you guys!''

Geno says, smiling wide. ''We love you too, lisichka.'' Sid hangs up. Everyone heads home after that, further galvanized by the support they're receiving from the other teams. Something they never once expected to be given, and are eternally grateful for.

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A couple of quiet days pass, six days of the strike, they've missed three games. No progress on their terms yet, but the team aren't backing off. No jerseys will be worn until things improve, no skates hit the ice, no sticks in hands. They're not open to negotiate, because there's nothing to negotiate. Management know what needs to be done, so it's on them to do it. Today, the core are meeting up at Mario's place. They're just done with lunch, and are chilling in the living room with coffee. The kids were going to come with them, but they decided on a movie day at Rusty's place. Sid takes a glance at his brother-in-law as they talk, Erik looks tired, like he barely slept last night. Erik rests his head on Kris' shoulder, and Kris runs his fingers through Erik's hair while talking with Geno. ''Are you okay, Erik?'' Mario asks, voicing his heir's concerns.

Erik nods, clearly enjoying his husband's attention. ''Yeah, took me ages to get to sleep last night, kept on having dreams about being split up from Kris.''

Geno says, voice tinged with compassion, he knows the pain those years caused Kris, those forced smiles for twelve years. He's had those anxieties himself, he'd never last a minute without Sid. ''I've had those dreams about me and Sid, they never get easier.''

Sid nods, taking Geno's hand in his. ''So have I, it's horrible, waking up in a cold sweat over something you know won't happen.'' He looks to Kris, and asks. ''What about you, Kris?''

Kris' eyes gloss over, he kisses Erik's head as though it's the Stanley Cup, it's not, Erik is more important. ''All the time, especially lately, with... everything we've set in motion. I just wake up, and see that Erik's next to me, and all is well again.''

Mario just sits back and listens to the boys, eminently aware that despite the greatness they've all reached, despite them all being well into their thirties, married, and surrogate parents for his grandkids. They're all still those boys from their draft years, nursing those same anxieties, and pack-bonded to each other in ways no one will ever understand. The two forwards who fell fast and hard for each other on the biggest stage possible. And, the two defencemen who had to nurture their own love in secret until so recently. They all deserve so much better than what they're getting, this strike has clearly been a long time in the making. It's then that Mario's phone rings. The quartet stop their conversation, and watch him leave the room to answer it. ''What are we thinking?'' Erik asks, suddenly alert despite the loving hand in his hair.

Sid swallows some coffee. ''I'd say, but I don't wanna jinx us.'' Geno asks, seeming expectant of the outcome they wanted. ''Do you think it's happening?''

Kris says, moving his hand to Erik's side. ''I guess we'll find out.'' There's a few minutes of silence, tense, hopeful, and desperate all at once somehow. ''Until death do us apart, Geno.'' Sid says, clearly expecting the worst.

Geno nods. ''For better or for worse, Sid.'' Sid leans over to kiss Geno's cheek.

Erik looks to Kris, and says. ''We are one when together, and we are one when parted, Kris.''

Kris leans his forehead against Erik's. ''We hold in our hands the making of this union, Erik.'' The wedding vows may seem a bit much, but they truly have no idea what this call is about. So, they retreat into them like a prayer. Mario comes back, a satisfied look on his face. ''Well, what's happening now?'' Sid asks.

Mario takes his seat again, and says. ''That was Fenway, there's a big announcement pending tomorrow, nothing to do with you four, or the others.''

The quartet share a look, they may have no idea what's coming, but whatever it is, it doesn't affect them. They should say this strike is working, that it's having the impact it was designed to have, but they have no idea of anything right now, and don't want to jinx anything yet. This is going to be a long evening, and an even longer night. These six days have been long and stressful.

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The next day, the team all gather at Sid and Geno's house for lunch, and to await the big announcement from the team owners. Mario didn't say anything to any of them about what to expect, indeed if he even was told himself. The strike has now lasted a week, it's been a week since they held that secret meeting and lit that fire across the league. Today very much feels like the calm before the storm, but Maverick and Penny don't know that, neither do Sam, Buddha, and Freya. The cats are being fussed over by Ned and Tristan, Penny is still attached to that wine cork Kris gave her. Kyle's last ditch effort to get the two defencemen back on side, now is the kitten's favourite toy. ''Ives, does Penny not have any other toys to play with?'' Tristan asks.

Jack sits down with them, and pets his cat behind the ear as she likes. ''Yeah, loads, but she loves that cork for some reason.''

Marcus asks. ''How did she even get it? Where did it come from?'' Erik sighs, putting his phone away, he says. ''Kyle sent us a bottle of our favourite wine on day three of the strike. A last effort to get us back on side, I dumped it down the sink, Kris washed the cork, and now it's Penny's.''

Matt says, laughing at the gesture. ''That's cold, turning an olive branch into a cat toy.''

Geno says, finding the channel the announcement will be on. ''He sent me some vodka and Sid some whiskey as well. Kris and Erik told us to dump them, and we did.''

The announcement comes on, that press conference room flashing up on the TV screen. The team share a look between themselves, here they go, the point of no return. The Fenway people take their seats, and announce the immediate departure of Kyle Dubas from the organisation, and Mario will be assuming management duties until summer. ''Dubas has made an impact on this team in his short tenure as General Manager and President of Hockey Operations. Including the signing of three time Norris winner - Erik Karlsson. But, we, and the players alike, wish to move forward without him.''

Erik cocks an eyebrow, eyes darkening. ''Fucking liar, he's not why I'm here, my husband is.'' Kris just chuckles, and leans over to kiss Erik's cheek.

Seems like the only front office people staying are Amanda and Jason, everyone is going in this except them. They also announce that Mario will be looking for new coaching staff, from the ground up. But, no further news other than that. The broadcast ends. There's a cautiously triumphant air in the room now, that's one of their three most important terms reached. Now, they can sort of relax while waiting for further news. ''Well, looks like we're winning anyway.'' Rusty says.

Sid nods, ruffling Sam's ears. ''Yeah, we are, for once.''

Erik vents, rapping his fingers against his coffee mug. ''Can't believe that snake took credit for me being here, I'd have signed with any GM here. I didn't come here for him, or Jason, or a cup. I came here for you, Kris.''

Kris tries to calm his husband down, easier said than done sometimes, but he's the only person able to most of the time. ''I know that, darling, everyone knows that. And, we're together now, forever. And, we're winning.''

Anthony asks, picking at his fingernails. ''What do we do next?'' Sid says, matter of fact as always. ''Our strike doesn't end until at least the first three of our terms are met. It's been a week now, it can't be much longer, Mario always has a plan.''

Kris adds, voice tinged with both satisfaction and a laugh from Erik's little rant. ''We're a third of the way there, we just need to wait a bit longer.''

Drew asks, having never played under any other coach. ''Who'll be our new coaches, then?''

Geno shrugs, they're in truly uncharted waters for the first time in over a decade now, new management, and soon-to-be completely new coaching staff. ''No idea, luchik, guess we'll find out soon.'' Jack asks, also curious about how all of this will be playing itself out over the coming days. ''What if Kyle goes to media before we're allowed to again? You've gotta know he'll be all too willing to play the victim. Play into being a well meaning GM overthrown by his players.''

Erik simply states, sounding very much like the Senator he once was, the serious captain rather than the domesticated husband he is now. ''He goes low, we go lower, skatten mitt.''

Noel asks, a cheeky glint in his eyes. ''Is that your way of saying 'fuck around and find out', Karl?''

Erik nods, and states. ''Pretty much, yeah.'' Kris says, linking their arms. ''I'd say we've left 'fuck around' now, and are in the 'find out' stage of proceedings.''

They probably shouldn't be as pleased with this as they are, Kyle did seem to have good intentions, and they all loved Sully in their own ways. But, something broke when Jake left, trading Lars was a Rubicon the team didn't need to cross. Missing those two playoffs by a couple of points because of more of the same every year. Sometimes, things need to change, sometimes reality needs to be reckoned with. Now, a new era can begin, hopefully sooner rather than later.

Everyone leaves not long after the announcement, but the core hang back for a bit to talk in private. Some conversations have to happen for their ears only. If this strike has yielded them anything, it's a deeper reliance on each other. ''Our new era begins, I guess.'' Geno says, Maverick on his lap, the grey cat purring contentedly. Sid nods, turning his wedding ring on his finger as he does when deep in thought. ''It does, feels good already.''

Erik gets done clipping Freya's leash onto her collar. ''Good to see we had the right idea, shame it came to this, but I'm glad we did this before the rot could set in further.''

Kris ruffles Buddha's ears, instantly feeling the stress lift between the four of them. ''Shame to lose Sully and the rest, but they'll be fine elsewhere. We wouldn't be, and they knew it. Kyle threatening us was out of line.''

Sitting forward a bit, Geno says, a wry smile on his face. ''I'm impressed at how dangerous we are when we work together, y'know? Wonder what this would've been like if Flower was still here?'' Sid laughs at his husband's question. ''Absolute chaos, honey, absolute chaos.''

Erik says, one of his regrets about not coming here sooner. ''I'd have loved to play with Flower, he always annoyed me in Ottawa and San Jose.''

Standing from the sofa, Kris kisses him on the temple. ''He'd have shown you every single way to annoy me there is, mon amour.'' Erik shrugs, rising to his feet himself. ''Doesn't mean I'd have used them, hjartat mitt.''

Kris and Erik get going to their car, and get home. Jack is at his apartment this week, so it'll be just them and the dogs. Erik goes over to their award shelves once they're indoors, and picks up the ties from in front of their wedding picture. Turning them in his hand gently. ''Erik?'' Kris asks, placing his hand on Erik's back. Erik assures him, placing the velvet ties down in their place. ''Just... happy, that's all, Kris.''

Kris takes his hands, and says. ''So am I.'' They kiss, finally free of the constant trade anxiety they've been living in. Now, all they need to do is win the rest of their terms. And, they're back on ice together.

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The team are left in a kind of holding pattern for a couple of days. The first - and most important - of their terms has been met, and Mario will be in charge until at least summer. But, there's still no news on coaching staff, so there will be no return to play until the second and third terms are met. The core are now gathered together at Kris and Erik's house, mostly just to talk about where they go from here. Sid, Geno, and Erik are getting lunch together while Kris is answering a barrage of emails in the dining room. He's in desperate need of a backup PA representative, but it's just him for now. He's just done with an email from Jason Zucker in Buffalo, and gets to the email from Logan Couture in San Jose. Two of seven he's had today alone. Finally, he gets done with everything, and can put the laptop away. ''God, that was a marathon.'' He says to the rest as they sit down to lunch.

Sid asks, digging into his pasta. ''What are the PA saying?'' Kris forks some of his lunch, and says. ''Congratulating us on the progress so far mostly, and telling us to keep holding on. Stuff we already know, but it's good to have in our back pocket.''

Geno muses to the rest. ''Wonder if Mario has our new coaches yet?'' Erik drinks some water, and says. ''Probably, you all said he moves quickly, so we're probably going to find out soon.''

As if on cue, heir phones ding as Erik says that. A notification from Mario himself in a mass text to the whole team. He's somehow convinced Alain Vigneault to come out of retirement as interim head coach. Paul Coffey - all of whose records Kris has broken in his nineteen years as a Penguin - will be both defence and powerplay coach. And, for the goalies, Jeff Zatkoff - who the trio played with for a while - will be taking over. ''Holy shit, that's a good coaching trio.'' Sid says.

Geno nods in agreement, finishing his lunch. ''Yeah, hope it all works out for us, when do we get back to work, then?''

Kris says, firing a text to Flower on their progress. ''Mario needs to issue a set of boundaries to the media too, then we go back to work. He'll probably do that tomorrow by the looks of it.''

Erik takes his hair down from it's bun, and sits back in his seat. ''Can't wait to get back in the saddle now, working with Coffey is gonna be interesting.''

Kris ponders out loud, he's not worked under a fellow French-Canadian since junior. ''Wonder how he convinced Vigneualt to come back.''

Texting someone, Sid says. ''Us, maybe? The idea of coaching the four of us got him back?'' They begin clearing the table, that sounds possible, and Sid is normally right about these things. Nine days of striking have been successful so far, and they'll probably be back on ice this side of the weekend. ''Is Kyle taking credit for you being here still annoying you, Erik?'' Geno asks.

Erik says, laughing a bit. ''Not really, we all know who got me here, let him have his delusions. He can think anything he wants, doesn't make it true.''

Sid noticed Kris' face turning slightly pink, his brother has always been bad at taking compliments or being fawned over, even now it's a struggle to get him to accept praise. ''Tanger, you good, brother?'' Kris clears his throat. ''Oh, yeah, just... my husband, y'know?''

Erik says, sitting himself down next to Kris on their sofa. ''I'm only speaking the truth, sweetheart. He can delude himself all he wants into thinking I'm here for him, you put this ring on my finger.''

Sid laughs, and says. ''It was him threatening Geno that did me in, like, who does he think he is to do that?'' Geno joins them on the couch, and says. ''Our boss, solnishko?''

Sid concedes that, but says. ''We was our boss, honey, and a shit one at that. I hated Hextall, but he wasn't nearly as bad.'' Kris nods, in full agreement with Sid. ''Oh, tell me about it, Hextall was an ass when he wanted to be, but I'd take that over stupid any day.''

Erik says, feeling that cloud of uncertainty lifting a slight, these last nine days have been stressing everyone out. ''I'm just glad we're making the progress we wanted.'' That much is universal now, the air does feel lighter now that things are progressing for them, and they will be back to work sooner rather than later. They don't have clue one as to how Mario will draw boundaries for the media scrums after games and training sessions, that's going to be easier said than done, but, they're two thirds the way back to work. And, their new coach has actually won the Jack Adams. So, there's something to boast about now at least.

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Turns out, Mario had a plan for media scrums all along. He's getting rid of them entirely in favour of proper press conferences. This time, they're going to be taken in pairs for media, and will be allowed to veto any questions they don't want to answer. The new code of conduct for the press is issued via the team's website and social media. No news on Rusty's idea of bringing back In The Room, but all three of their bigger terms are met now. So, the strike is over after ten days. Kris issues another statement through the team's union instagram account.

To the city of Pittsburgh, and all Penguins fans. This past ten days have been dramatic both in public and in private. And, we apologize for any undue stress this strike has placed upon anybody. We would like to thank you all for bearing with us over the past ten days while we have worked for the greater good of the team and our fans - both in the city and elsewhere. You have all been so supportive and patient with us, and we could not be more thankful. We would like to thank Fenway Sports Group for listening to our terms, and acting in the best interests of our team and its legacy as champions. We would like to extend our thanks and condolences to Kyle Dubas, who worked as well as he was able to in his short tenure in charge of our team. We are human, and all of us make mistakes. We also give our love and thanks to outgoing head coach Mike Sullivan for his decade of service to our team, and those back-to-back cups. We wish him all the best in his future endeavors. We also welcome back aboard Mario Lemieux, who will lead us until summer in the front office. And, we welcome our new coaches: Jack Adams winner Alain Vigneault, and Penguins veterans Paul Coffey and Jeff Zatkoff. We cannot wait to get back in the saddle under their guidance. Tomorrow, we will be back at Cranberry, in our jerseys and skates, training for our return to play from this labour strike. The first of its kind in hockey history, and hopefully the last. We are eager to play again, and cannot wait to see our fans again, and be able to look them in the eye. Thank you all for your kindness, patience, and support over the last ten days. See you all very soon. Best regards, The Pittsburgh Penguins Team.

The statement is honest, earnest, and tactful. Kris was careful not to mince their words with it, they should not have been pushed to a ten day labour strike in the first place, but they were, and it somehow worked exactly as they wanted it to. And, today, a day after the statement went out, they all congregate at Cranberry again. For the first time in over a week, they're here for training purposes, and will be working even harder now than they ever have. They're all a little apprehensive to begin with, worried about getting in trouble for that stunt, but, all it takes is the core striding into the dressing room in lock step with each other, for the rest of the team to relax. Alain walks in for the first time, and gives a little briefing. ''Good morning, boys, I'm very excited to get started with you. Not the most conventional way to get new coaches in, I'll admit that, but I respect it. I want this to be a partnership, and for you all to be able to tell me what you need. So... shall we get going?''

Sid looks to his Alternates, Erik included, and gets the same look back. ''Let's do this.''

They take to the ice again, and get to working with the new coaching system. Jeff drilling both Tristan and Ned on the new tactics they'll be working through. Kris and Erik give Paul the rundown on everything Quinn and Todd before him were doing wrong, and they set about devising new battle strategy. Alain first talks with the forwards, getting the backstory on their recent form under Sully, then, gathers the whole team for a stand around at center ice. ''Right, looks like quite a bit of change is needed, and I promise you all we'll get this season back on track.'' They get on with some drills and a short three on three scrimmage before heading for lunch. During which, Mario tells the core that Sportsnet want them for an interview tomorrow. ''Guess we've got nowhere to hide now, do we?'' Erik asks.

Sid shakes his head, and says. ''Not anymore we don't, no, now that our strike is over.''

They approve the interview, and get back to eating. For the first time in weeks, feeling cautiously optimistic about where the team is going.

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They arrive at PPG Paints the next morning for their sit down interview with Elliotte Friedman, they were briefed on questions last night, and allowed to veto some of them. Thankfully, there wasn't too much to negotiate around. They find the media room they're using, the arena all done up for their game tonight, their first back since the strike began twelve days ago. Friedman welcomes them in politely, and they sit down to their interview with him. It may seem a bit unfair, one person interviewing four, but, they move together or not at all. ''Good day, gents, twelve days ago you four set something historic. The first single-team labour strike in hockey history. How on earth did you manage to pull that off?''

Sid answers this one, shifting in his seat. ''We didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. If we were being better managed and better coached, these twelve days wouldn't have happened. But, we just came to the agreement, and pulled the trigger.''

Friedman asks them next about the statements. ''Who wrote your two statements that are on instagram?'' Kris looks a bit bashful, but happily admits. ''That was me, we brainstormed the first, but I wrote them both. The PA gave me advice on how to word it, I was going to translate it into French and Swedish, but there was no time.''

The timeline is still fuzzy for outsiders, so Friedman asks them. ''How long was the strike in the works for?''

Geno answers this one, best with timelines of the four. ''Since the 6-0 loss on game one to the Rangers, we were just holding out for things to improve.''

Erik adds, backing his brother-in-law up. ''We four spend a lot of time together, and the idea of a strike was floating around in the air for a while. Kris and I would visit Sid and Geno, or they'd visit us, and it'd be an idea we'd talk about a lot.''

Friedman addresses the two captains, who have Dubas contracts. ''Now; Sid, Erik - you signed your contracts with Dubas, was there no loyalty to him that you had to dodge?''

Chuckling and shaking his head, Sid says. ''No, I signed to stay with my family, not for him. I have a huge family here: these three, the boys, Ivy, and Tristan. They are why I'm still here.'' Nodding in agreement, Erik shows off his wedding ring. ''This is why I'm here, Elliotte, I came here for Kris, and found everything I've ever needed. I'd have signed that contract no matter who was in that office.''

The duo with Hextall contracts share a laugh, Geno says to Kris. ''We're so lucky, eh, Legend?''

Kris nods, squeezing Erik's hand. ''Yeah, we are, G.''

Friedman says, directing conversation back to the strike. ''There's so much talk these days about athletes as exploited workers, do you four hope this gives other athletes the courage to do the same?'' Kris nods, he of all people knows the damage this sport does. ''Yeah, we do. I mean, all four of us have given our bodies and health for the thing we love, as every hockey player does. So, we expect good coaching and accountable management in return.''

Sid says, picking up on that thread. ''Between my concussions, Geno's knees, Kris' strokes and heart defect, and Erik's various injuries. Sometimes things just get to be too much for too little reward.''

Friedman says, to conclude the interview. ''Three new coaches, a totally new era, are you guys looking forward to it all?'' Geno's face lights up, forever ready for the grind. ''Yeah, things look so much better already.''

Smiling to the rest, Erik says. ''We also promised to lead the team to paradise, and that's exactly what we intend to do ourselves. Without us, this whole thing falls apart.''

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They get back in for the game tonight, hosting Utah. Alain's units are the same, but the game-plan is completely different. He's encouraging the guys to be as aggressive as possible, and to just shoot first and ask questions later. Exactly as Dan had the trio doing back in the day. They get out for warmups, feeling like they're beginning the season completely anew. The first period is like the lights have come back on, Drew and Anthony netting amazing goals for 2-0 by first break. ''Good goals so far, boys, we're looking much better, very impressed already.'' Alain says.

They get back out for second period, Ricky netting a breakaway goal five minutes in assisted by Marcus. ''Good rush, boys!'' Paul commends them both. They're 3-0 up, and for once, it doesn't feel like they're in imminent danger of giving it up like they used to. If Kris didn't know any better, he'd think Flower came back with some of the saves Tristan has made tonight. ''Never knew how good Tristan was.'' Jeff says from behind the bench.

Kris remarks, his godson is so much like his brother. ''Flower chose him as his rookie for a reason.''

Clayton Keller gets a lucky bounce goal for 3-1 by second break. But, for the first time in years, they feel like they can keep this lead afloat rather than just try to limp to the end of the game.

The third period is all Pittsburgh hockey, the new brand of it, Erik and Kris get a shift together, and annoy the shit out of the old Coyotes. Kris wires a pass to Kevin Hayes, who puts it away for 4-1. ''Thanks, Tanger.''

Towards the end of the game, the third unit is out to close the game up in style. Kris and Erik watch Jack attentively, he's so good, directing traffic like Kris, and leading the charge like Erik. Anthony gives him a pass, and Jack makes it work to close the game out 5-1 for the reborn Penguins.

After press conferences for the goal scorers and the new coach, they all get ready to head home. Cautiously hopeful for this season to turn itself around now that they've gotten what they asked for in their strike.

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The games roll along after their back to back home wins against Utah and Vancouver. The most dramatic November of their lives finally comes to its end, and they're beginning to claw their way back up in the standings. Mario comes in after training one day to give Erik his new jersey, with an A on it. It was high time for it, really, with how much Erik helped organize everything for those eleven days. Erik tries on the new jersey before they go to lunch, the golden A on his chest. Kris buries his face in his hands, fighting the flush to his cheeks. The entire room bursts out laughing at him. ''You good, hjartat?'' Erik asks, cheeky as ever.

Kris gives a thumbs up, and says. ''I'm fine, amour.''

This will help the team massively down the mid and late season stretches. Having two leaders up front and two on the back end. Spreading the workload more evenly around the team. Rusty has also been made Kris' backup in the PA. To save Kris the added stress of having to do it all himself. For the first time in so long, things start to feel like they're going to be okay again. They'll probably never get those 2015 to 2018 glory days back, not before the end of this current era, but they can come close. Who knows? Maybe they might get that energy back at some point soon?

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A few days after another big win, the usual group gather for breakfast at Sid and Geno's place. Drew and Tristan are gushing over their highlight goal and save from their last game, Rusty and Jack are talking about the goal they combined for as well. The four elder Penguins are just listening intently, their heirs are finally in trustworthy hands again. A sixth cup is a pipe dream at best this season, not that they're especially worried about that for now. They'll cross that bridge if they ever get there. But, the future four are actually excited to play hockey again, as are the current four, and that's all that really matters. ''Wonder what the rest of the year's gonna look like now.'' Rusty says.

Sid says. ''I think we're gonna be fine now, champion.'' That much they do need to carry with them from now on, things are better now, and the roster has come out relatively unscathed. Just missing Lars, but he's home in Washington now.

Jack asks, putting his dishes in the washer. ''You two said this strike was for me, what did you mean by that?'' Ah, so he does remember the chat the three of them had on day three.

Erik says, smiling. ''The four of us have to do everything we can, before a cup comes into the conversation, to set the four of you up for life after us, skatten mitt.''

Kris adds, turning his wedding ring on his finger. ''Everything Erik and I can do to set you up to become the team's top defenceman, we will, mon dauphin. If reason fails, try force.''

Tristan asks, clearly wondering about his dad, who is retiring this year. ''Would Flower have helped us? If he was still here?'' Geno nods, and assures him. ''He would have, probably earlier than we did.''

Drew finishes his coffee, and adjusts his beanie, hiding the weird choice he made with his hair - or lack thereof - a couple of weeks ago. ''I'd love to see the five of you scheming together, you know? It'd be carnage!''

Sid smiles, eyes filled with nostalgia for those golden days, even if there was a few pieces to the puzzle missing at the time. ''So would we, sunshine.'' He adds. ''This - all of it - will be yours at some point, and we have to give you four the best chance possible.''

Kris nods, and says, tapping his nails on his tea mug, no coffee for him since 2014. ''And, if it comes to it, we'll do it all over again until it sticks.''

Rusty bursts out laughing, humoured by the serious faces of his dads and uncles. ''That's a bit excessive, Kris.''

Sitting back in his chair, Geno shrugs. ''It's not if it's necessary, medvezhonok.''

Erik nods, cracking his knuckles. ''Preach.''

What the future four will never truly reckon with is that the current core are completely honest. The four of them have dealt with too much bullshit of their own, too many slimy general managers, feckless coaches, and lying media people. The strike wasn't just about them being unhappy with the team's results. It was breaking a cycle, breaking the wheel, and - if fate treats them nicely this time around - the wheel will stay broken. It should have started when Flower left, or at the very least when PO and Jake left, but it didn't. At least it happened, though. Things can only be bent so much until they break.

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The claw back period of the season meanders on, the new coaching staff have things ticking like a clock for the first time in two years. And, the team have agreed to have weekly meetings now to assess things together without anyone looking or listening in. They've even been granted a media room in both arenas for their meetings. With a nice round table so everyone can see and hear each other better. After the sixth consecutive win of the new era, they have a team meeting, and get home to rest up. Ever a union member, Kris wonders if they will set the new precedent of teams in all leagues being more comfortable to bring strike action against their management. He's served in the PA for ages now, and this might be one of the biggest things he's ever been part of.

But, the worrying and thinking period is long over now. It's time to just get the heads down and elbows out, and win these games. They've got one hell of a mountain to climb, and to any other team, it'd be terrifying.

But, that's the thing, the Penguins have never been a normal team, and they're damn proud of it as well.

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Finally, got her done! So... this might be a lot to take in, and I have no idea if this would be allowed in the first place. But, whole league lockouts are a thing, so single team strikes might also be? I'd not be shocked to learn that a team in, like, the SHL striked against their bosses once upon a time. But, here she finally is! Never thought I'd get this fic done, but every loss the Pens took was just more ammo in my arsenal.

This is basically a vent fic with some shipping in it, so this might feel a bit... odd to read. But, this has been so cool to write, especially given the grey rocking the boys give to Kyle! That was fun to write for sure!

Sorry this took so damned long as well, it is currently two degrees celsius in Scotland, and my fucking hands have been freezing cold ever since the start of the week. No idea what causes it, but I just live around it for the most part.

Enjoy!

#tangerkarlsson #sidgeno #hockey rpf

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AU! USSR JACOB

English!VERSION 18+

Mentioned: necrophilia, unpleasant description of person/things/actions, perversion, description of scenes of a sexual nature, murder. If anything is missing, let me know!

Notes from the author: all unclear meanings of words/terms will be indicated with a “*”. everything will be at the very end. she/her is used in the text. in all cases, exclude non-possible events with your gender (such as pregnancy) and substitute your pronouns. I do not recommend eating while reading! enjoy!

I worked with the help of a translator, so

there may be errors in the text.

(Headcanons may coincide with the ideas of these people: @mara-ma , @sapoz-ni , @vajaina-hi .)

-I saw a couple of options for the Russified name, but I am more inclined to “Dmitry Anatolyevich Oldenov”

-Dimitri is the same colleague who has yellow teeth, broken crooked fingers, huge bags under his eyes and constant bad breath. but you cannot avoid him, because for his merits he is close to the authorities and you constantly need something, but only a bespectacled man (as his colleagues call him) can give it to you.

-a possible scenario of actions when Oldenov could get acquainted with MC is:

1.You are a junior engineer who has just come to practice.

2. You either work at the post office, or as a telephone operator or librarian!

-In one of the cars of his victims he found a camera, later the device was left as a “souvenir” and a way to document his murders / they gave him a camera at work for his merits / stood in line*.

-when he tried to lure the victim, he was stopped by police passing by, seeing an unpleasant-looking man approaching the girl. Rope, a kitchen knife and Vaseline were found in his briefcase. Dmitry, exposing his yellow teeth, explained with a smile: “a rope for tying parcels at the post office, a knife just for cutting this very rope, and Vaseline for cleaning shoes!”*

-After this situation, Oldenov became even more cautious, the “photo sessions” stopped for a while, but physical attraction took over.

- all his hygiene is an old, completely hardened piece of laundry soap and, if possible, the remains of toothpaste. Very dirty, oily skin that over the years is complemented by wrinkles and stubble.

- After a new object of adoration appeared in his life, he began to shave and wash his clothes more often

-If he is in Moscow, the first place he will go is the library named after Lenin.*

- Aldenov is a fairly well-read and intelligent person; he adores writers of the Silver and Golden Ages. He often imitated the heroes of the works, courting the MC in the same ways, and offered his favorite lines from poetry to his beloved. he has his own shelf with a collection of books in a small Khrushchev*, it is complemented by a bedside table with vinyl records and a gramophone. Anatolyevich does not live richly, but as he himself grew up, “he has enough of everything".

-due to connections and flattering character, a shortage may occur*. Often taking advantage of his position, he could set people up or point out to them in the most rude way their lack of education.

- often fishes, finding peace and pleasure in this. Oldenov carried out his idea of founding a fishing club. Frequent visitors were his superiors and old people who loved fishing.

- was subscribed to magazines about photography, fishing and medicine. I kept and re-read each copy.

- grew up in the village with his grandmother Olga Gennadievna Oldenova, in turn, the woman was a midwife in a rural hospital. Seeing that Luchik (as Olga affectionately called him in childhood) took reference books and books about medicine from her, she encouraged Dimochka in every possible way for his aspirations and brought him more material to study. Gennadievna hoped that the younger Oldenov would become a doctor, perhaps a surgeon or dentist. “After all, the job is prestigious and brings in a lot of money,” as Oldenova said.

-after Olga’s death, Dmitry inherited a summer cottage and a house. Where I often came on weekends and tended to my garden. I sold all my pets and used the money from the sale to renovate my musty house. He often invited MC to his place for barbecues*

Not very pleasant things will be described

further

- let's admit that Dmitry, as in the original story, is a pervert.

-Oldenov, as a teenager, was excited by medical reference books with images of human organs. He found books either in the village library or on the shelves of his grandmother.

-there are many photographs and films depicting all stages of decomposition of bodies of different configurations and genders

- He witnessed a terrible accident in which his beloved Sarochka died. it was then that he experienced the strongest sexual arousal. Since then, haunted by visions in which people were writhing in agony, Anatolyevich was looking for a way to repeat that same feeling. And I found it. under the pretext of taking photographs, he lured people into the forest, performing sexual acts on the people killed at his hands, filming it all along the way

- because of the girl’s refusal, Oldenov’s ego suffered; in a fit of rage at her, Dmitry raped the girl who refused. each time, with aspiration and reverence, remembering how she writhed in pain. It was then that he received his first scar from the victim; she bit him on his left hand. But everyone when they ask him where this scar comes from, he brushes it off: “the dog bit me, if he ran away huh."

- when he met MC, he began to fantasize and see visions of the murdered/bloodied/crucified/decaying/writhing in pain MC

-after the appearance of a new lover, all his victims began to at least somewhat resemble you. height, voice, hair/eye color, similar lip shade, build, demeanor, same style of clothing/same clothing, shape of nails. Everything is in the smallest detail.

- a possible abduction would be similar to the story of the Skopinsky maniac*. Having invited MC to a barbecue, he added a strong sleeping pill to your beer, which the doctor prescribed for him. But instead of making a separate room under the house, he simply locked the MС in a basement specially equipped for living.

-further, as in the case of the Skopinsky maniac, he forced the MС to do disgusting things.for example: sex with foreign objects (such as vases or sticks), sex with pain, playing with a knife, suffocation (for some it’s nice), worship of his body, urine emission no matter who does it, he or you, creampie (o what words do I know), filming violent moments, rape, watching phim of all the pictures from his “photo shoots”, the possible cutting off of MC’s limbs and the list goes onDuring the whole process, MC becomes pregnant and Oldenov transports her to the city. Where does he deliver babies?

- having created the status of a good family, no one suspects that a new killer is already growing in the world. Although each of us has it.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you didn't throw up from the crap I did!

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All designations are taken from the

Internet/in personal words. yes,

I'm a lazy ass

wait in line- meant standing in line for scarce or ordinary goods. This happened because there was virtually no free market and competition in the USSR. there could be a queue for an apartment, a car, or the most ordinary sausage.

"rope, knife and Vaseline. "- a case from one of Chikatilo's arrests. after which the maniac remained free

Lenin's Library-Entry to this library was carried out only with a pass. therefore, not everyone could get there

Khrushchevka- Khrushchev buildings got their name in honor of Nikita Khrushchev, who personally participated in the design and creation of this type of house. These are standard panel or brick residential buildings, 4-5 storeys with no elevator and small apartment dimensions

Commodity shortage in the USSR-a phenomenon inherent in the Soviet planned economy, a constant shortage of certain goods and services that buyers could not purchase, despite the availability of funds

go to a barbecue -so to speak, have a picnic

Skopinsky maniac -Russian criminal who kidnapped two minor girls, 14 and 17 years old, in 2000, kept and raped them in a basement for almost 4 years. In the Russian media he is known as the Skopinsky maniac.

#i love him #the best boys #jacob alden #lurking for love #au!ussr #au #criminal minds #КАК ЖЕ Я БЛЯТЬ ЗАЕБАЛСЯ АААААА #mc #ussr #Я БОЛЬШЕ НИКОГДА НЕ БУДУ ПИСАТЬ ЭТУ ХУЙНЮ #ИДИТЕ НА ХУЙ #❤️

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