AN: This is another story from which the idea came from Boris Yeltsin. Read and enjoy!

Chapter One: Intro

Young 19 year old Dimitri Chislev sat in a secret room in his home in Russia. He sat with his legs crossed on his floor, just glaring at all of the pictures posted on every empty space on the wall. He smiled because those pictures were all of his future wife, in his mind, at least. There was barely an empty space all around there was that many pictures, and they were all of one teen pop star.

Hannah Montana.

Dimitri took a picture down, and smiled at it as if Hannah was smiling right at him.

"Dear Hannah. You have no idea how much I love you." Dimitri said, running his finger up and down the face on the picture. "I know that you want to be with me, and I want to be with you so badly. I know that you love me, from the way you smile directly at me, to the way that you hint in an ever so subtle way. Now, my lover, you are on your way out to Russia to be with me. I can't wait."

To send his point home, Dimitri kissed the picture he was holding of Hannah as if it was really her. He placed the picture on the wall, and walked out of the room to meet with his mother, who had no idea of her son's secret fixation on Hannah Montana.

Michael calmly sat in his plane seat tranquilly looking at the calm Russian sky. The unique buildings and the serene blue sky was an absolute sight to behold. Turning 18 in a few days, Michael elected to come with Miley, A.K.A. Hannah Montana, and spend his birthday in Russia with his girlfriend, who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

"Attention, passengers. We will be landing in Moscow in about 10 minutes. We would like to thank you for flying with us." The woman on the PA announced.

"Miley? Oh, Miley? We're here." Michael gently nudged his sleeping girlfriend awake. Miley slowly awake, and batted her eyelashes at him.

"We're here?" Miley asked sleepily.

"Yeah, we're here." Michael said, stretching. Miley looked outside towards the city.

"It's beautiful." Miley said in awe. She leaned over and gave Michael a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for coming with me. I know you had some birthday plans and canceled them to come with me."

"No problem." Michael answered. "I always wanted to see Russia. Plus, I would not be able to live with myself if something happened to you."

"That's sweet of you for your concern." Miley said, kissing him. "Well, let's get off of this plane, and get to our hotel."

Their hotel room was really big and fancy. It had a view of the ocean, it had a fully stocked fridge, and a big, fancy bed. The room was well lit, and well decorated. Michael and Miley sat their suitcases down, and laid beside each other on the bed. After resting for about an hour, Miley sat up, and looked at Michael.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Miley asked.

"What do you want to do?" Michael asked her back.

"Well, want to take a look around the city?" Miley asked, sitting up. Michael sat up, and looked at her.

"Sure, let's go." Michael said.

"Great, I can't wait to see what type of shopping they have in Russia." Miley said, with excitement.

Women. Michael thought.

As Michael and Miley left their hotel and began walking around the city, they were completely unaware that Dimitri was already following them, plotting.

AN: As you can see, I am back online. So, wait for more readers!