The door burst open.

"Nadia?" asked Sally concerned, "What's wrong?"

Nadia couldn't stop her uncontrollable sobbing so decided to talk through it.

"I-I-I just b-broke up with Vl-Vlad!" she cried, throwing her head onto a pillow.

"What!" cried Sally, "Why? You two were meant to be together! I mean, you two are like peanut butter and jelly for crying out loud, always stuck together!"

"No, it was my fault!" cried Nadia, speaking clearer, "He-He, didn't want to and neither did I, b-but I said things that I didn't m-mean."

"Like what?" asked Sally.

"Like that I'm more trouble than I'm worth and that he should just forget me!" said Nadia.

"Look Nadia, you have to get him back!" said Sally, "I might remain Sally Zhao forever… but you, you were meant to be Nadia Tretiak."

Nadia looked up at Sally and smiled.

"I know I am…" she said quietly, "But you, Sally, you will defiantly become someone other than Sally Zhao! Maybe even Sally Mikhailova!"

Sally laughed.

"Maybe!" she said, "But in the mean time, you have to get him back!"

"I can't face him after all of those things I said to him!" said Nadia.

"Knowing Vlad, I don't think he'll mind seeing you again!" said Sally.

"Well, okay…" said Nadia.

She looked at the clock and it read 4:30 pm.

"Oh my gosh! We're going to be late!" cried Nadia and sprung up from her bed. She cried with pain.

"Nadia, are you sure you're okay?" asked Sally.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Nadia replied, "I just want to see Vlad. I'm so miserable. I need his comfort."

"Did you ever think of what he might of done when you told him to go?" asked Sally.

"No…" said Nadia, "I really didn't…"

Vladislav walked down the hallway, half brokenhearted and half angered. How hadn't he seen this coming? Wasn't it obvious that he and Nadia couldn't have a relationship with his hockey getting in the way? Still, it was the most painful thing he'd ever experienced. More painful than his accident as a child that forced him to become a goaltender, more painful than his friend dying when he was 5. How could he forget about her and move on? Nadia was the woman he loved and couldn't bear to think of his life without her by his side or in bed, lying in his arms.

Vlad sat down in front of his door to his room and cried silently. It was the first time in his life that he cried out of pure sadness and longing. He heard someone coming from the end of the hall but didn't care who it was. Then, he heard the person come up to him.

"Vlad?" asked the person.

Vlad looked up to see Boris Mikhailov. Boris starred at his tear-stained face and messed up hair.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Me and Nadia… it's over." Said Vlad, sadly.

"What?" asked Boris, "How? Why?"

"She and I… it just can't work. Our love can't be put on hold because of my profession. She shouldn't be forced to wait and neither should I." Said Vlad.

"Wait, Did you two have a fight?" asked Boris.

"Yeah… and I left." Said Vlad.

"Well, just because you had one fight, doesn't mean that it's over!" said Boris.

"What do you mean?"

"Look Vlad, these are the moments that help build you two! Your love will be even greater if you pull through this problem. You will both know, for sure, that it was meant to be. These times should be remembered forever!"

Vlad smiled slightly.

"Thanks Boris." He said.

Boris patted Vlad on the back.

"You know that your life wouldn't be the same without her, right?" he said.

"Yeah… yeah, I know that for sure. She's the most wonderful woman I've ever met." Said Vlad.

"Well then, you have to get her back as soon as possible." Said Boris, "I'll find Sally and make sure they don't leave!"

Vlad nodded and Boris jogged down the hallway and down the stairs.

'This has to be fixed…' he thought, 'She'll never get away from me. Never…'

"Well Nadia… we should get going." Said Sally.

"You go on ahead… I need to wash up." Said Nadia.

"Sure?" she asked.

"Yeah…" she replied.

Sally smiled and left the hotel room. Nadia, seeing that she was alone, went into the bathroom and turned on the water. She got a clean cloth and washed her tear-stained face. She looked into the mirror and saw her face. It didn't look very happy, like she knew it usually did. 'Maybe I shouldn't go to the game.' She thought, 'Vlad could never forgive me…' She sighed and stood for a moment.

"He'll have to!" she finally said.

Nadia, then, thought of her future. If she and Vlad never made up, what would happen? Would she ever have children, two houses (one in Russia and one in the US), and a lovely life? If she were to ever have a future, Vlad needed to be a part of it. She couldn't possibly be the same woman without him.

"I have to talk to him!" she said.

"Then why don't you?"

Nadia turned around, shocked to hear another voice with her.

"I'm sorry Nadia!" she said, "But I couldn't leave you alone! Not like this."

"Thanks Sally." Said Nadia quietly.

"Well, let's get…" Sally stopped because of a knock on the door.

"Who is that?" asked Nadia.

"I think it's Boris." Said Sally, going to the door.

She opened the door to see that she was right. Boris stood in their doorway, smiling widely. Sally smiled back and led him to Nadia.

"Hey Boris." She said quietly.

"Nad, I really don't have time to talk because of the game, but Vlad is heartbroken. He told me that he feels awful about fighting with you and he realizes that he can't put true love on hold. But he—"

"Boris…" said Nadia, smiling, "I feel the same way."

Sally and Boris looked at each other, smiling.

"Well, now that that's settled," said Nadia, "what should Vlad and I do for you two? I mean, look at you! Look how happy you are!"

Sally blushed and Boris smiled.

"Yeah." He said, "Sally, we always have fun going out!"

"Yeah, and you are so sweet!" she said.

Nadia leaned in closer to hear them better, smiling. She knew what was coming next. The same thing happened with her and Vlad.

"Sally, I guess, what I'm saying is…"

"I, I love you." Said Sally, leaning in to kiss him.

Boris leaned in and met her half way. They shared a kiss, similar to those of Nadia and Vlad's. Nadia knew that it was too soon for Sally and Boris to be in love, but they probably really liked each other and that the word 'love' was appropriate in this case.

"Okay you two." She said, smiling. They parted. "Let's get going!"

The two nodded, smiling at each other and went down to the arena.