I sighed as I watched Victor practice his routine. Why can't I skate like that? Oh wait, I have no balance. Duh. Anyway, I'm Yamila Katsuki. I'm 23, have a multiple personality disorder, paint and secretly teach myself to ice skate. Which I completely suck at.

"Mia?" I heard a voice ask. I perked up and say my brother, Yuri.

"Hey, Yuri. Got your little problem fixed yet?" I asked. He scrunched up his nose at me. I smiled a bit and pushed his glasses up. Yuri knew I was talking about his stomach fat. Victor wouldn't coach Yuri how to skate properly until it was gone. Victor's funny.

"Yes, actually." He said. I nodded and turned my attention back to Victor. Damn him and god-like features.

"VICTOR!!!" I heard another Russian voice yell. I perked up and saw someone and gasped. YURI PLISETSKY!!! Holy shit... He's hotter in person. Or is that just me?

~Le time-skip~

"So, Yurio, what's it like in Russia?" I asked him as Yuri, Victor, me and Yurio were eating Pork Cutlet bowls. Yum!!!

"Well, it's cold, for one. Super cold. Um, it snows heavily since it's up North. Let's see, and the best ice skaters come from Russia." He added with a smirk.

"Whoa. That's amazing! I've always wondered what it's like there." I said after swallowing my last bit of my P.C.B.

"Japan has good ice skaters too!" Yuri said.

"Well..........." I said. As far as I could remember, I only remember Russia winning the Grand Prix Finals. I guess some of best ice skaters do com from Russia; like Yurio.