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ilya rozanov is living the north american dream marry a multi hyphenate forbes 30 under 30 landlord be put on anti depressants try to forget your homeland wonder forever if that neighbour down the street of your childhood home is still alive surely they wouldn’t be they were already so old when you were a boy but you will never truly know and of course we can’t forget the dog watch enraptured as your husband does housework while you drink homemade cocktails retire before forty vacation in a place so luxurious and detached from the real world that it could really be anywhere speak your native language every two weeks only to your therapist who you pay 500 CAD to every session crack open a cold one with the boys to reminisce on the good old days when you traded your body and physical health for cash like a prostitute live in fear of CTE and dementia and all the other things that even being a millionaire can’t buy you away from