Hey guys!

Here's what happened later!

I'll add more soon but I have work in ten minutes as I am typing this!

"So momma decided to leave Moscow in hopes for better cancer treatment in America. I'm sad to see her go but I have faith that she is going to beat this! Thank you everyone for your thoughts and prayers. See you in Barcelona!

Katrina posted a selfie of her and her mother on her social media account and added the hashtags #BeatCancer and #MakeCancerHistory. She smiled and pocketed her phone as she walked around the hallway of the stadium, she heard her name being called and she ran to the direction of her Aunt.

It was the last day of the Rostelecom and it was time for the exhibition programs to start.

The men were first to perform.

Bronze medalist Yuuri Katsuki chose not to participate and hopped on the next plane to Japan as soon as the award ceremony was over.

Silver Medalist Yuri Plisetsky of Russia performed to a piece called 'Angel of the Fire Festival' which reminded everyone of his free skate.

And Gold medalist Jean-Jacques Leroy skated to a song Katrina did not care to remember.

Once the men were done, the women began to perform.

Bronze medalist Mila Babicheva skated to another punk rock song and displayed her full athleticism by performing a backflip and a split at the end of her routine.

Silver medalist Sara Crispino performed to yet another Celtic song and showed the beauty of the music through her skating.

And Gold medalist Katrina Lychkoff decided to perform to the American song See You Again' in memory of her late father.

X

Katrina dressed out of her flowy white costume and into a thick turtle neck sweater and black skinny jeans, her hair was down and she had on her glasses. She walked out of the dressing room and walked to the entrance of the arena to get ready to meet with Yuri and their coaches when she heard the small conversation of a small group of girls nearby.

"I can't believe that bitch won the gold," One girl spat, Katrina recognized her immediately, "Her quad salchow was awful!"

The other girls who were presumably her friends looked at each other with worry, it was the girl with blonde hair who spoke, "aren't you being dramatic? Katrina was amazing out there, her was perfect."

"She's right Daria, you're taking this too far," another girl with black hair said, "I know you love Yurachka but he's losing his patience with us because of how we were treating Katrina."

"Yea," another girl with brown hair said softly, "and besides, didn't her aunt already threaten you?"

Daria rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "I'm not scared of that old bat. It was an empty threat any way."

"She said that she was going to have you banned from ever going to these events, she is a very influential person," the blonde replied, "and besides… acting like a bunch of идиоты just because our favorite skater is in a relationship is stupid."

Daria could not believe what she had just heard, "How can you say that?!"

The brunette agreed with her other friends, "Daria, she's right and it's not as if we know him personally."

"we know everything about him!"

"from interviews and articles," the ravenette said softly, "Katrina knows him personally, they're made for each other and she is just as amazing as he is."

Wirth that said, the three girls left Daria to join the other Yuri's Angels fan group. The girl gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, she then turned her head to where Katrina was.

Katrina gasped and turned her headway in hope that she wasn't seen but Daria stomped her way to her.

"You did not deserve that medal!" She screamed as she spat at the skater, "You are not worthy of Yurachka!"

A sigh escaped from Katrina lips as she tried to leave but Daria would not have it.

"I hope your bitch mother dies!"

In an instant, Katrina raised her hand and swung.

"Hey!"

A loud voice stopped her from slapping Daria and both girls turned to the direction of the voice.

JJ approached them with a grave look on his face as he glared at the obsessed fan.

"Listen young lady, if you are not a fan of Katrina that's fine. We have own tastes in athletes but don't you dare wish death on her mother!" He barked making both girls jump, "If you think Yuri hates you already, what will happen once he finds out you said that you wanted his girlfriend's mother dead."

Daria's lips quivered and her eyes welled in tears before she ran off in hysterical crying.

Katrina was stunned for a moment until she shook off the shock and looked at the Canadian, "thanks JJ…."

The man smiled, "Well it's true, she had no right to say that about your mother. And besides," He put a hand on the girl's head and gave a ruffle, "we can't have little Katrina go on a tirade."

A small tick mark appere3d in the side ok Katrina's face as she forced a smile, "Gee…. Thanks….," She said thought gritted teeth, keeping her clenched fists in her pocket.

JJ removed his hand from Katrina's hair and walked away, "I'll keep your mom in my prayers, see you in Barcelona."

Katrina waved a halfhearted wave with one hand while fixing her tousled hair with the other, maybe JJ was not so bad after all.

"Oh, by the way," JJ turned his head and gave a wink, "Tell Yuri I protected his little girlfriend."

Katrina sputtered in complete anger as any respect she may have gotten for the older man dissipated in a puff of smoke, "Like hell I will you idiot! He's going to kick your ass in Barcelona!"

If she had a cat's tail, it would have stood up with its fur puffed in anger.

'And just when I thought he was a little but cool!' she growled and took out her phone to listen to music when yet another voice called out to her.

"Katrina!" Vladimir called out to the young girl as he took confident steps towards her, "I wanted to congratulate you on your win."

Katrina pocketed her phone and looked at the man with a polite gaze, "Spasibo."

"In fact, I was wondering if you interested in changing coaches," he said, a glint of opportunity was in his eyes, "You have such great talent and I feel it needs to be nurtured by the best. What do you say?"

'The nerve,' the girl thought, 'you said that my posture was so godawful, I was beyond help.'

But she smiled and politely declined, "sorry sir but I am very happy being coached by Yakov. He was the only one who actually gave me a chance to try and I am forever grateful for that."

Vladimir flinched at that remark but he was not deterred, "But… aren't you frustrated of the special treatment he is giving you because you are his family?'

"as far as I can recall being his student, Uncle Yakov has never given me any form a treatment that was better than any of his students," Katrina said calmly, thinking back on the first days of Yakov yelling at her for falling after one lap around the ice, "He's the usual loudmouth coach who is always grouchy."

After saying that, she gave the man a small bow she learned from Japan, "Thank you for the offer but Yakov is my one and only coach. Please excuse me."

And Katrina walked away with her inner self doing a victory dance. Honestly, she wanted to put that egotistical man in his place for that remark but praising Yakov for giving her a chance was just as sweet.

She looked up and saw Yuri leaning against the wall while Yakov and Lilia talked to the press who wanted to know what the golden kids of Russia had in store for the final.

X

An intense battle.

A challenge.

A young boy and a teenage boy were glaring with sparks flying.

"I don't care if you're my sister's boyfriend! I won't acknowledge you!" Aleksander yelled out as he gripped his suitcase tighter.

Yuri smirked, "Fine, I'll leave her alone… if you win five gold medals at the grand Prix final!"

"No fair!"

Katrina sighed in deep defeat as she, her brother and Yuri were waiting in their terminal. They have been fighting like this since Aleksander found out he was going to St. Petersburg with them. The bickering reminded her of her and Yuri when they were younger and she was now Yakov trying to ignore a growing headache.

'Uncle Yakov! I am sorry for anything I have done!'

See you later! Get ready for the final! yay!