Name: Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna


Basic Information:

Nicknames: Kas, only his mother ever called him Aloysius

Age: Seventeen

Birthday: February 15, 2049

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Wand: Eleven inches long, Rowan wood and phoenix feathers, long, straight and pliable

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Face Claim: Ben Barnes


School and Career:

Attending: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

House: Slytherin (Prefect and Head Student)

Year: Seventh

Best Lessons:

■ Defense Against the Dark Arts
■ Potions
■ Charms

Worst Lessons:
■ Herbology
■ Astronomy
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Electives Taken: Alchemy, Arithmancy, Cursebreaking, Ghost and Ghoul Studies, Mythology, Study of Ancient Runes, Wandless Magic, Wizard Law

Clubs:

■ Slytherin Quidditch Team (Beater)
■ Adventurer's Guild (Captain)
■ Hogwarts Chess Association (Club Founder and Captain)
■ Culinary Club

OWL Scores:

Astronomy - A
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Herbology - EE
History of Magic - O
Potions - O
Transfigurations - EE

Alchemy - O
Arithmancy - O
Cursebreaking - EE
Ghost and Ghoul Studies - O
Mythology - O
Study of Ancient Runes - O
Wandless Magic Practice - EE
Wizard Law - O

NEWT Scores:

■ Astronomy ~ X
■ Charms ~ X
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ X
■ Herbology ~ X
■ History of Magic ~ X
■ Potions ~ X
■ Transfiguration ~ X
■ Elective ~ X

Current Employment: Student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, co-founder of Castle Creations

Dream Job: Kas considered becoming an Auror, but has instead settled on going into the Ministry as a member of the Prosecution Service


Personality:

■ Imaginative- Kas enjoys being in his own little world, sometimes at the expense of what he’s doing in the real world. This also means he can come up with solutions to problems that might not necessarily come to others
■ Practical- Thankfully, his imaginative streak is leavened with a measure of ‘groundedness’; while he might come up with a really great and cool idea, he’ll be the first to torpedo it if he doesn’t think it’ll actually work.
■ Headstrong- Kas has learned that there are times when one must stick to one’s principles, whether folk like it or not. He also knows that one has to carry on with life, even if he might not care to sometimes.
■ Scarred- Physically and emotionally. Kas was in a massive railway accident, he saw both of his parents and his older sister die (yes, he will see the thestrals) and was grievously injured into the bargain himself. While the injuries have healed, he has vivid nightmares ('I hear their screams in the night, and I see their faces in the flames') and scars, most of which are hidden by his clothes and his hair.
■ Loyal- As a result of seeing his parents die, Kas hangs onto his remaining emotional attachments a little bit tighter than might be expected.
■ Moody- There are times when his moods take a bad turn, and his temper grows short. When he gets into these times, Kas will be elsewhere, rather than cause issue for others

Likes:

■ Russian Apple Cake
■ Books, particularly adventure novels
■ Chocolate Salami and pancakes
■ Hockey, follows the national team
■ Playing games with his cousins

Dislikes:

■ Having folk pestering him constantly
■ Really spicy foods; at some point it just becomes pain and chemistry
■ June, the accident happened then, really not overly fond of trains either
■ Hot weather
■ Beets

Hobbies:
■ Creative writing and RPG gaming (He's designing and writing his own RPG world based on Slavic folklore called 'The Chronicles of the Rus')
■ Wizard Chess
■ Hockey
■ Tournament Chess (Kas has recently earned a rating of 'Grandmaster' with the World Chess Federation)

Strengths:
■ Willpower- When it matters, Kas will marshal whatever levels of courage required to see things done.
■ Problem-solver- Kas is good at solving problems. Math problems, chess problems, puzzles

Weaknesses:

■ Depression issues as a result of the accident
■ Claustrophobia (sleeps with an open window no matter how cold it gets)

Fears:

■ Closed in spaces
■ Dying like his parents

Patronus: Arctic Wolf
Happy Memory to Summon Patronus: His first kiss with Hes

Special Abilities:
Animagus Form:
Apparation Status: Yes
Flying Certification: Yes

Languages:

■ Russian (fully fluent)
■ English (fully fluent, however Kasamir has a strong Russian accent)
■ German (Fluent enough, but can read it better than he can speak it)
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History:

Childhood: Kasamir is the younger son of Piotr Morozov and Merriam Patrovna. He was born in Edinburgh, where his father was student at the College of Engineering, and Merriam was a functionary at the Ministry of International Cooperation. His earliest memories were of his parents and his blonde-haired older sister. His coal-black hair and green eyes were seen as a bit of an oddity, as neither of his parents nor his sister had features like that.

When Kass was three, the family moved to Arkhangelsk, Russia, after his father graduated from school and took a job with Gazprom, a major natural gas supplier in the Russian Federation. As it worked out, living there allowed him to get close to his mother’s branch of the Patrovna family, and get introduced to the wonders of the Wizarding World. Other than that, the family lived much any other Muggle family in the Federation, with the usual issues that happen.

School Years: Everything changed when Kasamir turned ten years old. In June of 2058, he and his family were taking a family trip, paid for by the company, when the train they were on derailed and several cars exploded and caught fire. Kasamir saw his parents burn to death in front of him, and though he and Lana were badly injured in the accident, they managed to crawl out of the wreckage before he blacked out from the pain. When Kasamir eventually woke up, he learned Lana died in the hospital in St. Petersburg the night they were brought in, and he’d been badly burned as well.

After being discharged from hospital, Kasamir returned to Arkhangelsk to live with his cousins and recover. Though he received magical healing, there were still scars, and he suffers vivid nightmares from the accident. On top of that, he started having magical incidents take place, centered on him. His cousins were delighted, of course; this was good news, he’d inherited the magical talents his mother had. Right around the anniversary of the accident, an owl arrived, bearing a letter from Hogwarts…Hogwarts?!

The Sorting Hat:
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
Wonderful Sorting Hat! Why thank you much!
This school as well is full of many unexpected things,
but don't worry, you'll get quite used to it in...

SLYTHERIN!


First Year: Somebody up there is having a good laugh at my expense. I got accepted into the same House as my Aunt Faina, something I greatly appreciated, right up until I found out where I'd be sleeping. Sure, the Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws get to live up in towers, I'm bunking in a glorified tomb, under a lake. Yes, there are windows, allowing a bit of light, if one doesn't mind it being filtered through the water of the Black Lake, but forget getting any fresh air in, which doesn't do my clautrophobic issues any good, except forcing me to confront them on a daily and nightly basis. I have nightmares most nights, feeling the flames licking up and coming to claim me, only to wake up in a cold sweat inside a rock-walled dormitory, and try my best not to wake my roommates. As I said, somebody is having a good laugh at my expense.

There's no hockey, or bandy (no surprise, we are in Scotland, not Russia), but there is Quidditch, so, naturally I tried my hand at the only game in town. I made Beater, which means I shot iron cannonballs at people, while others do the same, and I have to divert them. Have to admit, there is a certain amount of satisfaction whacking a ball with a bat and sending it on its way. Unfortunately, our team has certain problems, specifically a neophyte, patzer of a Seeker, and all the other teams have Seventh Years as theirs'. Needless to say, our doom was sealed the moment our roster was settled.

It's not all bad, though, I found a group of gamers to hang with; too bad all the gaming books I had were ones they weren't familiar with and printed in Russian. I like my Potions and Charms classes, but I could do without taking Astronomy in the middle of the night and hiking up and down from the highest tower in the school. I'm also pretty sure the Dark Arts education I'm getting isn't half what I could have had if I'd gone to Durmstrang with my other friends. I'll have to compare notes over the summer if I have the chance.

Second Year: Going into my second year, I established the Hogwarts Chess Association, created to foster interest an advance Wizard Chess and similar games in school, and possibly lead to inter-school tournaments. How this place didn't have such an organization already escapes me. Was duly pleased to get a good turnout, including our Quidditch Captain, and Prefect, Brianna, and her second shadow, Csuri. Speaking of things quidditch, also put in a good solid effort being a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team and we not only swept all the other teams but won the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup.

Third Year: After school let out, I returned to London, and learned things changed for my adoptive guardian. My aunt was now Head Auror for the Ministry offices in St. Petersburg, owing to her seniority and her facility with the Russian language and culture. As a result, our lodgings changed, and now we're living in a largish flat in the heart of Russia's original capital. Being Head Auror, my Aunt Faina had a number of operatives working under her, and so she wasn't doing as much fieldwork as she might have previously, however her schedule made being a family difficult.

I spent a good amount of my time being with my cousins and visiting my friends who were attending Durmstrang. Grandma Patrovna gifted me with a Moscow Watchdog, whom I've named 'Medved' which translates to 'bear'. When I got him, he looked like a tiny St. Bernard, and I was warned he wouldn't stay little for long, and I would need to learn how to control him sooner than later. Over the summer I participated in a World Chess Federation sanctioned chess tournament, where I placed high enough in the junior division, I was able to earn enough points to get my 'Master' ranking in that body.

Returning to school was a near run thing, as we were running a little late, and my grandparents got me to the platform with only minutes to spare, having just enough time to load my trunk and say farewell (we do not say 'good-bye', it invites tragedy) before needing to board the Express. Things went much smoother upon getting to school, with my Chess Club getting more of a presence in the school in its second year of existence, including featuring with some prominence in the newly announced Club Carnivale to take place at the end of the year, an event sponsored by our newly appointed Head Girl, Linsey Grey-Cavendish.

One of the things I was most looking forward to was the return to Quidditch, as it meant being able to spend more time with Hesperia. I'm not sure whys and the hows of it all, but I've started looking forward to seeing her and spending more time with her, and I spent a goodly amount of effort keeping her from being bludgeoned by Bludgers during our matches. Winning our first match, I was sure we'd repeat our performance last year, and our Captain spoke of renewing a Slytherin dynasty such as what was experienced decades previously when her mother played here at school. Pretty cool thought, and it lasted right until we lost our next match, and then the pressure was on to win our last one if we wanted a shot at the Quidditch Cup.

At a point towards the late end of the semester was the dreaded 'boggart class'. I say dreaded as it required of us to face a boggart, a creature that visited upon its victims all the absolute worst events of our lives and laid bare the sum of our worst fears. Most of my classmates had the usual phobias one might expect, and when my turn came the creature came screaming out of that locked chest. I was visited by my nightmares in the waking world, and I could smell my flesh burning as well as hear the screams of the trapped souls still inside the twisted metal of the train. So could everybody else apparently, as it was enough to basically clear out the classroom. I refused to run, wasn't planning to, no matter what. I laughed and told the boggart that it already had its shot at killing me, and I was still there before sending it back into its box.

We won our last match, and so our season was not lost, but the Cup was, as we hadn't earned enough goals to surpass Ravenclaw's totals. But it wasn't a total loss, as I was spending time with Hes. When the Carnivale came, we were both looking for each other, so we could spend time together. We had a nice meal there, and I tried Greek food with her. I get lost looking in her eyes and I found she has the cutest fangs and an allergy to garlic. It's possible she could be a dhampir, a half-vampire, not that such things mean anything to me, and I'll not push her on the subject, as I could be totally off base and maybe ruin a good thing, more to the point, I want to have earned enough of her trust for her to confide in me such a revelation.

I think next year I'll be joining Cooking Club with her...
In the meantime, I have an international tournament in Moscow to prepare for.

Fourth Year: The tournament in Moscow went rather well, as I made it all the way to the quarterfinals before having to concede to the girl who ended up winning the whole thing. Despite this, I still accumulated accreditation points towards earning the rank of Grandmaster. Mind you, there's still a long way for me to go to achieve that, and I still need to actually win tournaments rather than placing in the top ranks, but I'm not complaining as I still get international exposure. In between tournaments I took the chance to do some shopping and picked up gifts for Hes.

She's really occupied my thoughts a lot lately, enough that I've told my family about her rather, rather frequently according to Aunt Katya. Enough so she was the one person I wanted to see more than any other when I got back to school, and enough so that she was inspiration for me to add the whole of the southern regions in my campaign world, corresponding to the Caucasus, Armenia, Türkiye and the Greek isles. All summer I was planning to ask her out since we both could go on Hogsmeade weekends this year, and ask her to be my girlfriend, as I got the feeling she wanted to reciprocate.

This year added a new wrinkle to my school life. Instead of going to school and coming home for Christmas alone, my second cousin, Katya's, elder son, Dymitri was old enough to accompany me. Alynn, as he styles himself is not like me, he barely speaks Russian, and when he does it is with a horrendous Scottish accent and is more of a boisterous sort who's into collecting comic books and keeps a ferret as a pet, rather like his father, Cousin Cian. We have Quidditch in common, though not much else. Both Faina and Katya have asked me to act in the stead of an older brother for Alynn, even if he barely listens to what I say. After being effectively an only child since Lana died, I'm not sure how well I will fulfill this duty. I wish she was here to advise me on what to do, and, better still, what not to do, but she isn't, takova zhizn.

With Brianna Quinn-Smith graduating, Csuri was now captain of Slytherin Quidditch, and I was wondering who she might call upon to be her second. To be honest, I would have been delighted to be considered, but I wasn't sure how we'd mesh, given her volatile moods and her anti-social proclivities. The longer the summer went on, the more I realized I'd been passed over, and maybe it was just as well. It was my sincere hope that whoever Csuri picked could keep this crew of Snakes on track this year and could weather their captain's unpredictable moods.

Arriving at the station, I was greeted by the vision of my intended in this beautiful dark blue dress. I was blown away, enough so I was recalling poetry by Lord Byron (Mister 'Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know' himself), and immediately hoping I'd see in that dress again sometime soon. I soon found out Hes was not only Csuri's deputy, but she was joining Chess Club and the Adventurer's Guild, and I reciprocated by joining the Culinary Club, so we could have ... well, 'couple time', even if we weren't exactly a couple yet.

Well, the first game of the season didn't go so well for us, in fact nothing really went right, and we lost. My record of consecutive games with a save ended, and poor Hes was injured due to my lapse. If she didn't have clues as to my feelings for her previously, she certainly did when I carried her in my arms all the way to the Hospital Wing, promising I would carry her to the ends of the Earth if she wished it. Thankfully we won our second match, as I'm not sure how Csuri would have handled things afterwards.

As the year progressed, there was a school-wide pick-up Quidditch match announced. I strongly suspect it was arranged to give Sebastian Moon, Gryffindor's luckless Seeker, a boost, as he ended up anchoring one of the teams, an ad-hoc collection of mainly second-string and younger players. Alynn actually got into the mix as a Chaser, while Hes and I wound up on opposing sides. We discussed the matter and agreed that if I sent a Bludger her direction it was only because the game situation required for it to be done. As things worked out, neither of us really ended up being a major factor in the match, although I got my game back on track and made several important saves, and Moon scored a win.

Our last match of the year was against the luckless Lions, owners of a losing streak stretching back across seasons of play, and sure enough everybody was pulling for them just so Sebastian could finally have something to hang his metaphorical hat upon. Csuri wasn't having any of it, nor was I; there was a job to be done and a game to be won, and maybe a Cup to earn, although the odds of that were not so good. In the end, we won, but it didn't feel like it, it was a hollow victory where we won a match which would have meant so much more for the loser to win, and for the victor to accrue so little in the win, as Ravenclaw scored the Cup despite our best efforts.

During the last Hogsmeade weekend of the term that Hes and I resolved a matter long simmering between us. The question of whether we were an actual couple or not was never definitely answered, even though there were certainly clues throughout the year. Until our visit to the Hobbit's Hangout, where Hes finally asked the question that I'd been planning to ask somewhere else a little more private. I kissed her right there in the gaming store, in front of the dice display. Now we were a couple I suggested I visit her in Greece when I attended my first chess tournament of the summer in Athens, only to learn she lived in London, and the trip would require her grandparents to provide escourt. I then suggested maybe we try for Paris, the tournament in August, as the trip from London was no more than a daytrip these days.

Shortly after coming home, I received my supplies list for the coming year, and it came with a Prefect badge, and I was tapped by Ruth to succeed her as Captain of the Adventurer's Guild. Things were already taking an interesting turn ...

Fifth Year: I would have much to handle this year, owing to earning the position of Prefect, as well as inheriting the Adventurer's Guild from the Levy sisters. However, before all that there were two chess tournaments I was attending this year, the first being in Athens, taking place not long after the end of the school, while the latter was in Paris. I was hoping Hes and I could meet up in Athens, and she could be my guest at the formal dinners that were a part of the tournaments. Ironically, she doesn't live in Greece, though her grandparents are from Thessaloniki, they live in London. I won the junior tournament in Athens, and placed high enough in the Paris event to be in the semi-final matches where I scrapped together a draw against my last opponent.

This year's Quidditch season was a rough one as it seemed like we could never get on track. I just hope we never have a repeat of the match against the Badgers. Beito and Hes got angrier and angrier as the match wore on, and when we finally lost, Hes stormed off the pitch, and I knew there was something going on. By the time I caught up to her, she was in the Tapestry Corridor demolishing a suit of armour and a display case and looking more like Dracula's bride than my usual sweet Hes. After feeding her some blood, which she really can't metabolize, but it helped blunt the hunger, I was able to wrap her in a blanket and get up to the Hospital Wing with Matron Marni's help.

OWLs. They were the focus of my fifth year at Hogwarts, and my performance would determine how the rest of my career at school would go, if not the whole of my future. No pressure here, no, none at all. I poured myself into my studies, so much so that by the end of the exams, I discovered I was a good ten pounds lighter than when I started, but then there were times I was skipping meals, and sleep to get in additional study time and to polish off extra credit papers in order to boost my grades. I was determined not to stand in front of Baba and having to explain a poor performance on OWLs to her.

The other large event was Student Talent Showcase, which thankfully I wasn't asked to do the heavy lifting for. This was Lewis' big project we prefects were involved with organizing, while the students did the rest. I soon discovered that Lewis was a tiresome person to have in charge of everything. As much as I like him personally and admire his skills on the pitch, he has the remarkable ability to say 'yes', 'no', and 'maybe' all in the same sentence. Though I suspect much of it is a result of imbibing too many energy drinks in close succession, should he ever tire of playing for Montrose, he might consider a career in politics.

Sixth Year: So, who knew family reunions could be so dangerous? Well, I knew they could be contentious, as this was more than the usual gathering of the extended family, it also served as the convocation of the elders of the extended family and our familial allies in Russia, where agreements were struck and alliances secured through blood. One of my uncles sniggeringly referred to the whole thing as 'the Game of Crones', as all these things were being settled by a council of elderly women sitting in a room sipping sherry, and setting up marriages and the like for the next decade or two. I had good reason to want to have Hes on my arm when we arrived at the family compound outside St. Petersburg, as I wanted her company most of all, but also so the elders could see her as well; instead, I had only photographs to confirm her existence. I was prepared to swear out Unbreakable Oaths to her grandparents ensuring her safety, but they needed her in London, helping them run their shop, and babysitting little Niko (who apparently has my middle name. Somebody please figure out how I made such the impression) as their mother was simply too lost to manage her duties as their sole bit of parental presence.

During the reunion, we had what we originally assumed was a small matter of my little cousin Natalya and a friend of hers getting lost. It happens more often than it should, as Natalya loses track of time when she rides out on her Herbological expeditions, and has trouble navigating the forest behind the compound, as it is very large, quite dark and thick with old growth, and neither she nor her friend are experienced riders. So, the adults and young men were pulled together to form our customary search parties, as it was getting close to dusk and the girls were already hours' overdue. As it worked out my grouping was just Alynn and Medved, and we were given flares and the like, as neither of us were allowed to cast magic. While we found Larissa, and her horse showed back up on its own, Natalya was still lost. Except she wasn't simply lost; she'd been abducted by a hag, a hag who may have sent the wolves after her horse and the searchers. Alynn and I were confronted by a pack of wolves, and I was prepared to die fighting the wolves so Alynn could escape with the horse when Aunt Faina came to save us.

We eventually found the hag's house, battled her minions and rescued Natalya from a horrible fate, though all of us were badly injured, and I nearly died from blood loss. Because we earned the ire of the hag's allies, a cabal of witches and wizards known as the 'Winter Council', Natalya and I were sent to live with Aunt Faina's mother in Surrey, and Baba has made my little cousin my personal responsibility. So now, Medved and I have the converted attic to live in, which is actually surprisingly comfortable, while Talya has the room my aunts lived in when they were children. Talya has adopted me as her 'big brother', and I have done the same in return. I know Lana would have appreciated it.

Other highlights of my summer include starting my side venture with Finn MacDavis-Grey, as I wanted to have something that was a part of the Adventurer's Guild that persisted, even once I've graduated. We communicated back and forth and visited over the summer and launched 'Castle Creations', where we created a small line of miniatures, for the campaign worlds he and I created separately, as well as for my on-going Traveller campaign. Finn has developed into being quite the artificer, and since we can manufacture these miniatures ourselves and whatever quantity, we can make custom character figure for our players, plus Finn can create his historical and quasi-historical fantasy designs, and I can have my miniature starships and other figures for my needs, as well as the Rus needed for my campaign. I can now say that Hes has been immortalized in pewter, and she got gifted with the first one out of the forge.

The other highlight was my trip to Madrid to participate in the international chess tournament. While it was expected for me to do well, I swept all my opponents, including the grandmaster I faced in the finals. The last match sealed the deal, and I was awarded the rank of 'Grandmaster' at the banquet on the last night. Aunt Faina was there to see me get the promotion, and I was gratified to see her health improved since earlier in the summer, though it would still be months before she fully recovered from the battle in the hag's house.

With the start of school, I started Chess Club and was pleased to announce Csuri's advancement to the rank of 'Master'. It puzzled her greatly that I thought it more important that she be recognized instead of my own efforts. She also thought it so important that she be on even footing with me, and I pointed out to her that I never saw her as inferior and how she was one of the players in school who truly offered a challenge. Culinary Club saw Talya, Alynn and I collaborating on dishes, which I thought to be fun, and we made certain Hes always had things safe for her to try out.

With the start of Quidditch, we all knew this would be Csuri and Vik's last campaign, so we were determined to win the Cup, failing that, at least help break Ravenclaw's grasp upon it after Lewis' epic three-peat. After the events of last year's match against the Badgers, or more accurately its aftermath, I've taken to keeping Blood Lollis and a flask of Type-O blood in my bag in case Hes lost control of her hunger and the Beast came upon her again. Thankfully, it came to that, and despite three frustrating matches, the Snakes finally won a Cup, after a five-year drought.

This year's big event was the Springtime Dance, anchored by Beito and Charlotte, this year's Head Students. After finally meeting Hes' grandparents at the train station, and introducing myself in Greek, I was able to visit her over the holidays, and I took her dress shopping in Diagon Alley around Christmas, with my little cousin/ sister in tow. Meeting up with Csuri and Vik was fun, and Vik covered the cost of everybody's purchases at Cloak and Coven, including the dress Talya wanted that looked like something out of a Tolstoy novel. I escourted Talya to the ball, and found Hes waiting for me, a vision in black. Needless to say, it was a wonderful night for us.

Seventh Year:


Postgraduation:


Relationships:

Family: Piotr Morozov (father, deceased), Merriam Patrovna (mother, deceased), Lana Petrovna (older sister, deceased), Papa and Baba Patrovna (great-grandparents), Reyna Patrovna (great aunt), Faina Patrovna (second-cousin, adoptive aunt), Kitty ‘Kitten’ (ne Katya Patrovna) Quinlan (second cousin), Cian Quinlan (second cousin by marriage to Kitty Quinlan), Dymitri Alynn Quinlan (third cousin), Aleksandr Quinlan (third cousin), Alenka Quinlan (third cousin), Sergei Patrovna (great ‘uncle’ (cousin)), Freddie Harcroft (second cousin, once removed), Katie Harcroft (second cousin, once removed), Natalya Stepanovich-Patrovna (cousin, and unofficial little sister)

Friends: Members of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the Adventurer's Guild and the Hogwarts Chess Association. Kas also maintains friendly contact with various members of the International Chess Federation

Best Friend:

Romantic Interest: Hesperia 'Hes' Sophia Argryis

Enemies: Well, I suppose Lady Olesya, the hag I helped thwart, and (by extension) the Winter Council, as well as a cannibalistic House Elf named Malyshev, since I cut him with my sword, and he managed to escape during the raid where we rescued Natalya

Pets: A Moscow Watchdog named 'Medved', which translates to 'Bear' in Russian. He takes commands in Russian and looks like an overgrown St. Bernard. Grandma Patrovna gave him to me as a gift when I visited St. Petersburg over the summer of 2062.

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