Viktor Krunk lives for these moments. In his culture, getting one up on your opponents by any means necessary is part of the game, and not looked down upon like it is by these soft, decadent Western hockey players.

So of course he's immediately tumbling to the ice like he's suffered a heart attack. But it doesn't end there - Krunk comes prepared for these situations. The blood capsule that he stores in his upper cheek is immediately fished out with his tongue and chomped down upon. As the referee sees the Inferno center lying prone, spitting blood onto the ice, there is no doubt in his mind that he made the right call. Krunk 1 - Fair Play 0.

Naturally, he gets called out a lot for these kind of antics. He reminds the starchy ex-pros that they played in the days before CTE awareness, so their damaged brains are wrong, and when someone mentions it on Twitter, he calls them a fat keyboard warrior.