RIP Sergei Tchekmarev

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Huh... Was Sergei Tchekmarev the guy Fedorov ran into right before defecting?

“Ready to go, Jim?” Fedorov asked, in practiced English, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. Lites rose and they headed out a back door toward the waiting limo. But just as they were about to leave the hotel, an elevator door opened and there stood one of Fedorov’s Soviet Red Army teammates, a tall, older man. Fedorov stopped. Lites’ heart sank. Busted.
“I be right there, Jim,” Fedorov said.
“Sergei, let’s just go, right now,” Lites implored.
“Thirty seconds,” Fedorov said, and he walked toward Sergei Tchekmarev, one of his closest, most trustworthy friends in a society where trust was rare and fragile. Tchekmarev was a massage therapist and equipment manager for the Soviet National Hockey Team — and Fedorov’s roommate.
Detroit Red Wings: How Russian Five's Sergei Fedorov escaped USSR
 

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“Ready to go, Jim?” Fedorov asked, in practiced English, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. Lites rose and they headed out a back door toward the waiting limo. But just as they were about to leave the hotel, an elevator door opened and there stood one of Fedorov’s Soviet Red Army teammates, a tall, older man. Fedorov stopped. Lites’ heart sank. Busted.
“I be right there, Jim,” Fedorov said.
“Sergei, let’s just go, right now,” Lites implored.
“Thirty seconds,” Fedorov said, and he walked toward Sergei Tchekmarev, one of his closest, most trustworthy friends in a society where trust was rare and fragile. Tchekmarev was a massage therapist and equipment manager for the Soviet National Hockey Team — and Fedorov’s roommate.
Detroit Red Wings: How Russian Five's Sergei Fedorov escaped USSR

Thanks. Never quite made that association.
 

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“Ready to go, Jim?” Fedorov asked, in practiced English, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. Lites rose and they headed out a back door toward the waiting limo. But just as they were about to leave the hotel, an elevator door opened and there stood one of Fedorov’s Soviet Red Army teammates, a tall, older man. Fedorov stopped. Lites’ heart sank. Busted.
“I be right there, Jim,” Fedorov said.
“Sergei, let’s just go, right now,” Lites implored.
“Thirty seconds,” Fedorov said, and he walked toward Sergei Tchekmarev, one of his closest, most trustworthy friends in a society where trust was rare and fragile. Tchekmarev was a massage therapist and equipment manager for the Soviet National Hockey Team — and Fedorov’s roommate.
Detroit Red Wings: How Russian Five's Sergei Fedorov escaped USSR

Wow. Literally got goosebumps reading that.
 

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