Heated Rivalry

Rozanov! Is there something more important going on?

You listen and don't speak. Do you understand?

Yes.

What the fuck is going on? Why is Dad calling me?

Baby brother, happy New Year for you, right?

Happy New Year, Alexei, but--

How's it going, handsome boy?

What's going on with Dad?

What the fuck are you talking about? Dad is fine.

He keeps calling me.

'Cause you lost a fucking hockey game, idiot.

What the fuck do you want from me, Alexei?

Let me think about it.

Can I have more money? Please.

I have no more money, Alexei. My bonus is done, man.

You snorted most of it!

Wah-wah, you whiny faggot.

Go fuck yourself.

Go fuck yourself, bitch.

Hello, Father.

And so he answers!

I'm sorry, Father.

Apologize to Russia.

Losing to the Czechs. Disgusting.

We'll beat Sweden, Father.

Beat Sweden?

You'll have to! Otherwise, you will--

Not play for gold. I know, Father.

We're all trying.

I don't care about "we"!

You! You will not lose to him.

...but a goal off the face-off? Your first against Rozanov?

That had to have felt pretty good?

I'm happy with any goal I can get.

But one off of Rozanov?

Again, I'm happy with any goal.

And the face-offs?

I'm here for the team. I'm here to win.