[INT: An apartment in Kelowna. It’s spacious, open plan, with a large, modern kitchen. There are three young hockey players lounging on the couches, each holding video game controllers. A small, ginger cat is asleep on the coffee table.]

SCHERBAK: Fuck you, Dima, what the fuck?

MALICHOV, grinning: Not sorry. Is only a game, Sasha.

[VOICEOVER: My first season in Kelowna was kind of lonely. I’d bought a big apartment, hoping to get a roommate at some point, just to fill the extra rooms, you know? But for whatever reason, it never worked out. Then Dima got drafted by the Knights, and, well, he needed somewhere to live, you know? Gunnar— he came a little later.]

[INT: The kitchen. Scherbak is kneading dough. Soderberg and Malichov are sitting at the island, bickering. Soderberg reaches out into a bowl of blueberries and sneaks a handful, causing Scherbak to flick flour at him.]

[VOICEOVER: Yeah, we didn’t really see eye to eye at first, but. We worked it out. He’s an asshole, but he’s our asshole, you know? Team is team. Plus, he’s a killer cook, and he’s pretty tidy. For a hockey player.]

[INT: A home gym. Malichov is on the bench press, Soderberg is spotting him.]

Scherbak: Put your back into it, Dima!

Soderberg dissolves into laughter as Dima swears, breathless.

[VOICEOVER: This was one of the best perks of this apartment, the built in home gym. It’s state of the art, and it keeps us all accountable on days off. It’s a lot better than trekking to the arena and using the gym there, like a lot of guys do.]

[INT: The kitchen. All three players are sitting at the island, the remnants of a meal in front of them.

Scherbak: It’s a really great apartment. It’s exactly what I pictured when I first signed with the Knights last season.

Malichov: Getting to live with Sasha is awesome. He’s my best friend. Getting to know Gunnar has been really great too, even if Sasha doesn’t want to admit it.

Scherbak: He’s okay, I guess.

Soderberg elbows Scherbak in the ribs, and all three players laugh.