CHAPTER ONE

Nick Carter looked around the gym.

He was in Moscow, Russia at one of the main gyms in the country that Olympic gymnasts trained at.  Posted on the wall was a poster of the Russian's male star gymnast Aleksei Nemov.  Nick was with the Boys on tour and had gotten bored. When he asked a clerk at their hotel what he could do to kill some time, the clerk responded that he should check out
the gymnasts for fun. (Authors note: Im not quite sure that the Russians let people come in a watch the gymnasts.  Most of the gymnasts have left home at a very young age to live and train in the gyms) So Nick had made his way to the
gym to watch the action.

Nick opened the door and took a seat to watch.  The women were working out on their routines. Nicks eye caught one sparkling girl tumbling out on the floor. She had red hair and looked very familiar to him. He asked one of the other people in the room who she was and he simply answered Elana Produnova.

That's when Nick remembered.

When he had time and wasn't working on songwriting, he had tuned into the 2000 Olympic games and had been amazed by
her outstanding routines. He moved closer to the window and watched as she went through the routine again. He gave a soft whistle at the difficulty she put into it. He looked around and crept out the door down to the practice area.

Up close she was even more beautiful than he imagined. She had made her eyebrow into a weird shape but it just made her different. She had strong shoulders, a tight stomach and bright eyes. Nick took in a deep breath, he wanted to call out her name but he knew he shouldn't. A pretty girl with a
blonde pony tail walked over to him. Hey she said then took a drink out of her water bottle.

"How did you get in here?" she asked as she adjusted her
grips for the bars.

"I just wandered in," Nick said trying to act casual.

The girl studied him carefully, then her eyes grew bright and a smile lit her face. "I know who you are!" she exclaimed.

He looked at her with a smile. "Oh yeah?  Then who am I?" he challenged with his famous smirk.

"You are that American guy, excuse my English, um, that Backstreet Boy...Nick Carter?"

He laughed.  "You are correct. Are you a fan?" he asked.

"Yes I am a fan," she answered and she stuck out her hand.  "I'm Elana Zamolodchikova."

"Oh yeah!  I recognize you," he said.  "And I remember that last name too.  Gee what a name.  But its cool.  I like it.

She smiled again.  "So do you like Elana?" she asked pointing to Elana Produnova.

"Yeah," he admitted while blushing, "I think she is really pretty and an awesome gymnast."

"Wanna meet her?" Elana asked.

"Ok," he said shyly.  Then he looked at her.  "This is going to be confusing.  Elana and Elana."

"Well," she said, "just call her Elana and call me Lana ok?"

"It works," Nick agreed.

Then Lana turned and called Elana P. over.