[Event] The Mother Hen and Father Goose [Katyusha]

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He didn’t know what he was thinking back then. “Back then” as in when he was walking over to work from his (rather nice) apartment and had found a lone kitten, left in a cardboard box to fend for itself in this world. Now, Iain had a soft spot for large animals; be it the highland cattle or a german shepherd, he loves them all. Yet deep down somewhere, his love also extends to the animals left abandoned or even the animals that are of the smaller nature. In the end, as the little Scottish Fold looked into his soul with big eyes and folded ears he took it with him too work. The lab members were surprised to see their manly Quartermaster bringing in a stray cat, and not to mention, a cute stray cat. However, they went back to their own business since they’ve also seen their Quartermaster sewing sheep dolls (which in their own unique way was cute too). The agents that visited him today wasn’t as understanding or accepting of the Quartermaster with the cat. They teased their Quartermaster for it, especially Donald, Sadiq, and Mathias. it was always those three, always them. Yet he brushed them aside, even if Sadiq seemed to be more interested helping on caring for the cat. But the redhead know from the beginning that he couldn’t keep this cat in the lab. It’s not confirmed by anyone, but rumors fly about, saying that the Quartermaster was raising raptors, real live dinosaurs, in the deepest depths of MI6. However, that’s just silly. Resurrecting the extinct was never a good idea, it would just be Jurassic Park all over again. They were just rumors and Iain himself would know what the hell he was doing. Another moment where animals were kept in the lab was when he captured that spider that Donald was screaming bloody murder about. Sheesh, it was just a spider - and it was a helpful spider. Any annoying pests were kept away. As in, Donald steered clear away from his older-brother’s belongings in the corner of the lab. Unfortunately the spider died when it was sitting in Donald’s pants drawer and when the ginger decided to do the “stop, drop, and roll” maneuver when he discovered the creature’s presence in his undies. Yeah, Donald panicked there. He could just just took his pants off after all, but no. He had to panic and murder the poor creature in his underwear. It was for sure that the Irishman was scarred for good. But back to the actual topic, having an animal in the lab was still not a good thing. He already had to deal with most of the smelly researchers - Femke was sure to have bring in some air freshener. He swears that the rest of the researchers, even if they leave the lab more than him, don’t keep up with good hygiene. The Scotsman himself at least take the time to do a good scrub in the shower, because just splashing some water doesn’t make you clean automatically. But yes, no animals in the lab unless you’re asking for it to disappear for good. They had just finished cleaning up the mice in the lab (blame a certain researcher that accidently forgot to lock the goddamned cages) and the lab was not ready to deal with more living creatures that’s not of the human race. Yet, he doesn’t know what to do with the poor thing. He can’t just really drop it at the adoption center, no. He needs to make sure that the kitten finds the right owners - not to mention, it’s still needs to feed and rest. It has already moved around so much in just one day. Which lead to his current problem know. At the park with a kitten that is only two weeks old in a new cardboard box lined with cushion and even a portable heating pad. Iain was no stranger to stray animal caretaking. So, when he was given a chance in the lab, he already checked if it had any fleas and whatnot and already fed it. But how, it’s feeding time again. Ah, poor little kitten, the Quartermaster himself already has a lot to worry about - and not to mention, a very large dog. If only he could find someone else to take care of it... Well at least help him until he finds an appropriate owner.

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[Katyusha Chernenko]

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[atrb=Valign, bottom] 806 words. Iain Stuart-Kirkland.

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[atrb=Valign, bottom] “You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.”— Marya Hornbacher

What a nice day today is. Katyusha took a deep breath, cherishing the fresh air that filled her lungs full while balancing her bags and drink carefully.

First, earlier this day one of her frequent bird told her that he would quit being a smuggler. The man planned to move back to his hometown and start his life anew. When Katyusha asked what motivated him to do so, he replied that his girlfriend was pregnant and she wanted him to marry her. Ah, how wonderful it is; marriage and starting a family away from the dark world. Although the Ukrainian did work for criminals, it doesn’t mean she approved their way of life. No child should be raised in the darkness. She admired his courage quitting the illegal job; many who had involved too deep find themselves unable to leave. And many, who tried, fail soon after.

After she bid the ex-smuggler goodbye--along with one of her best vodka as an early wedding present--Katyusha checked her garden. With spring not far ahead, some of her flower pots had sprouted a leaf or two. Soon her garden would be adorned with snowdrops, daffodils and crocuses. She then ate a bowl of warm borscht for breakfast, before heading off to the hospital. The train ride was quite pleasant since it wasn’t the rush hour; all the white-collared office workers had reached their office. Only five people in the same wagon as her.

What makes her happier was in her working shift there were more patients released than getting hospitalized. Those who just released still looked a bit weak, but they were happy nonetheless. Their family sure will be glad seeing their beloved one coming home healthier. The people who did come mostly just doing check-ups or recently caught a cold. And when her shift ended, Katyusha accidentally bumped into one of her old friend back in university; a newlywed woman who just moved to London to live with her new husband. They chatted a bit at the hospital’s cafeteria, talking about life and London in general. Being a social person she was, Katyusha offered her friend a quick tour around the city.

Their little sightseeing started from Buckingham Palace, Fortuna Magnus Casino, St. Paul’s Cathedral to Big Ben, then ended at a shop that sold first grade tools and materials for knitting. Her friend insisted to buy Katyusha presents as thanks. Knowing the nurse’s hobby, the woman purchased so many yarns; cashmere, linen, silk... even the rare bamboo yarn. Their colors came in white, blue, yellow, green and self-striping. Then a new pair of needles and also some spools of thread for sewing. When they parted, Katyusha’s hand already full of colorful (and expensive!) fibre balls. Apparently, her friend’s new husband was quite rich.

She was thinking of going home, but her legs were too tired from sightseeing. Katyusha was busy balancing her presents, her own bag and a cup of hot coffee she bought to warm herself. Her steps stopped on the edge of a park, thinking of looking for an empty bench to rest her legs. Drawing a deep breath, Katyusha started her searching.

There were many children in the park. Some boys were playing soccer, while the girls either chatted on the benches or playing at the swing. Alas, most benches were already occupied. Katyusha hugged her bags closer to her bosom, her legs getting more tired and now she also felt thirsty from walking too much. She didn’t stop moving when, absent-mindedly, drew the paper cup closer and sipped its content. Which was still very hot.

”Bozhe moy!” Katyusha shouted in Russian once the coffee making contact with her lips--it burns! She moved her cup holding hand away but the liquid splashed out from its container, threatening her belongings. Her treacherous drink made its way to her sweater, painting dark circles on her light blue top. While those bags saved from coffee stains, Katyusha accidentally dropped them and five bright colored yarns rolled out, gaining their speed from the gravity.

”Oh--wait! Katyusha felt stupid shouting to the yarns, but she shrugged it off. She quickly gathered her rest of belongings and chased the fibre balls, ignoring many stares she got from park visitors. Running as fast as she could with heels, Katyusha managed to catch four balls. Her blue eyes set to the fifth, a grey cashmere ball, which just rolled past a box--

Something furry jumped out from the box and get to the cashmere ball first. The creature was a cat... no, a kitten, and now it wrestled furiously with the yarn; biting and poking it. ”No! M-my cashmere!” the nurse almost cried. It’s cashmere!

She was torn between saving the yarn with the risk of getting scratched by kitten’s claws or just left it for the cat’s toy. Apparently the kitten had taken a liking to it.

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