#leonid aksakov

[pan-fried-autism]

Next to them looking a bit different, there are also of course a few other differences between Leonid and Nikolai. For example, Nikolai prefers mental labour while Leonid likes manual work. Leonid is interested and likes to watch sports (he is a fan of soccer, baseball and American football for example) ,while Nikolai doesn't care at all about sports.

Hmmm... mental labour... football.... I think I know a sportsgame I can introduce to them to unite them through a common interest :) /silly

Grem isn't really into sports or manual labour either, but they also love to be mischievous so they can bobd over that

[pan-fried-autism]

Oh my god he's stream sniping him 💀

Grem deals with Leo for him whenever she plays at least

Has Vasily and Kathrina watched any of nikolai's streams?

Greetings Anon ^^

While Vasily, at one point gets aware about Nikolai's streaming "career" , for now he has not watched one of his son's streams, but of course supports his sons hobby and wants to watch one at some time.

Kathrina has watched a few of her brothers streams and enjoys them, while Nikolai does not make, a lot, or really any jokes or acts funny on the streams, it's nice to watch him stream, given that he is calm...usually.

Leonid on the other hand, when Nikolai plays any competitive video games on Multiplayer, Nikolai's brother loves to join (with a synonym of course) just so he can be a nuisance to his brother.

Nikolai hasn't found out yet that this certain player is Leonid, and just think it is someone who sees him as a rival, while it sometimes frustrates him how this player usually manages to defeat him, he also tries to take it with humor.

Yours sincerely

Bowler

[zloyodessit]

Russian delegation to PACE: immoral cesspool in the heart of Europe

This morning I wrote that the Russian delegation to the PACE decided to raise the issue of infringement of Russian speakers' rights in Ukraine.

In that piece, I outlined the reasons for Russian propagandists to launch another verse of the "same ol' song". But no less interesting than the aim of such spin on the PACE platform is who's starting it.

To begin with, I should remind you that the composition of the Russian delegation to the PACE approved by the Council of Russia's State Duma is as follows: head of the delegation, Duma Vice-Speaker Pyotr Tolstoy, Duma Vice-Speaker Igor Lebedev (LDPR), Duma deputies Anatoly Aksakov (Fair Russia), Leonid Kalashnikov (Communist Party), Leonid Slutsky (LDPR), Svetlana Zhurova (United Russia), Sergey Pakhomov (United Russia), Elena Serova (United Russia), Irina Rodnina (United Russia), Vladimir Blotsky (Communist Party), and Roman Romanenko (United Russia).

Actually, looking at this Russian political "elite", gathered in the very center of Europe, you really come to understand that their task is by no means improving their country's image in the world arena. Otherwise, Moscow wouldn't have sent notorious propagandists, anti-Semites, perverts, and other inadequate figures to the PACE to carry out this task.

For example, Tolstoy, the delegation chief, who is now starting another demagogical round of the long-debunked story of Russian speakers' rights violations in Ukraine. He is an infamous propagandist, sanctioned by Kyiv, who has distributed troves of disinformation reports both about Ukraine, the EU and the U.S. Moreover, he is also known for his openly Ukrainianophobic and anti-Semitic views. In 2017, he spoke in an extremely aggressive manner about protesters rallying against the transfer of St. Isaac's Cathedral in St. Petersburg to the Russian Orthodox Church (ROC), which sparked outrage among Jewish communities in Russia.

In 2018, his return to Channel One was marked with the premiere of his propaganda show, Tolstoy. Sunday where he attacked the Ukrainian language, which he claims was created artificially and isn't widely spread even in Ukraine. Although, not a single international expert in linguistics will ever agree with such statement – well, that's besides some binge-drinking pseudo-pundits somewhere from Russia's Far North.

Sergei Kislyak, Russia's ambassador to the United States, was named by journalist Michael Crowley "the most dangerous diplomat in Washington." Moreover, according to CNN, it was Kislyak who, as a career intelligence officer, oversaw spy work, including vetting potential human assets, their recruitment, and supervision in the United States.

Leonid Slutsky, member of the Liberal Democratic Party and head of the committee on international affairs, came into spotlight amid accusations by female journalists who said he sexually harassed them during interviews at his office. Other reports also mentioned his unstable mental health and systematic traffic violations (he has yet to pay a staggering 825 fines).

Igor Lebedev, son of a notorious and widely sanctioned Vladimir Zhirinovsky, who is banned pretty much from any country perhaps except North Korea, essentially represents the interests of his dad and the latter's puppeteers. Along the way, it is through his son that Zhirinovsky operates the lion's share of his corruption schemes, of which numerous journalistic investigations reported.

It was Igor Lebedev’s guard who assaulted Novaya Gazeta journalists and messed up their gear at Zhirinovsky's birthday party. Moreover, the attacker, Alexander Shparygin, is directly related to the Nazi nationalist movements in Russia.

Cosmonaut Elena Serova was noted for turning out to raise Russia's wealthiest child with a net worth of RUB 2.86 million she claimed the kid earned.

Nikolai Ryzhak behind his back is named "the main raider of the Altai Territory." One can only guess why, right?

In general, there's a long stinky trace of corruption scandals and journalistic investigations behind almost each delegation member. And it would take days to highlight all related stories. Meanwhile, letting these figures, who in no case reflect Europe's moral image, into the PACE session hall is an actual betrayal of the EU ideals.

https://zloy-odessit.livejournal.com/3022328.html

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XE3F4294 – Yuri Nikulin, Cementerio Novodévichi, Moscú – Yuri Nikulin , Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow – Юрий Никулин , Новоде́вичье кла́дбище, Москва

Yuri Nikulin, Cementerio Novodévichi, Moscú – Yuri Nikulin , Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow – Юрий Никулин , Новоде́вичье кла́дбище, Москва

Yuri Vladímirovich Nikulin (Demídov, Smolensk, 18 de diciembre de 1921 – Moscú, 21 de agosto de 1997) fue un actor de cine y cómico soviético, uno de los iconos del cine de la URSS en los años 60 y 70, intérprete en numerosas y conocidas películas soviéticas y, desde 1982, director general del Circo de Moscú. Nació el 18 de diciembre de 1921 en Demídov, una pequeña población del área de Smolensk. Sus padres eran asimismo intérpretes y trabajaban en un centro de arte dramático en Demídov, pero en 1925 la familia se trasladó a Moscú. Desde pequeño, Nikulin siempre sintió interés y fascinación por el mundo del circo y especialmente por el humor de los payasos, habiendo decidido en plena adolescencia que de mayor quería dedicarse al mundo del espectáculo en el circo. Sin embargo, sus pretensiones se vieron temporalmente frustradas al ser llamado a filas en el Ejército Rojo en 1939, cuando contaba con 18 años, participando en la Guerra de Invierno contra Finlandia (1939- 1940). Estaba a punto de ser desmovilizado en 1941 cuando en julio el ejército alemán invadió la Unión Soviética, por lo que también combatió en la Gran Guerra Patriótica (1941-1945), sirviendo en una unidad de tanques, sobre todo en el frente de Leningrado. Manteniendo siempre su gran capacidad para los chistes, su primera experiencia como cómico tuvo lugar en 1944, cuando un comisario político de su batallón, impresionado por su talento, le encargó entretener y animar a la tropa. Tras ser desmovilizado definitivamente en 1946, Nikulin intentó, sin éxito, entrar en varias compañías e institutos teatrales, recibiendo un rechazo tras otro, pues los Comités de dichos centros no veían en él dotes interpretativas. Pese a ello logró encontrar trabajo como ayudante secundario en el Circo de Moscú en 1950, tras haber pasado un curso de aprendizaje de dos años, durante el cual conoció a Tatiana Pokrovskaya, que sería su futura mujer, con la que tuvo un hijo, Maxim, en 1956. Nikulin comenzó a actuar como payaso profesional en varias ciudades de la Unión Soviética junto con su amigo Mijaíl Shuydin, con el que formó un dúo cómico que le permitió ganar fama y mejorar sus técnicas y experiencias en lo que él había considerado siempre como un oficio complicado. Durante toda su carrera, Nikulin nunca perdió sus lazos con el mundo del circo, dedicándole 50 años de trabajo. Nikulin fue uno de los pocos artistas que se atrevían a parodiar la aparente perfección del sistema soviético que se intentaba reflejar en todos los ámbitos de la cultura, buscando siempre chistes innovadores que consiguieran burlar a la censura y llegar al público de forma inocente pero sugerente. Su capacidad de crear tanto personajes cómicos como fuertemente dramáticos y profundos, dotándolos de fuerte lirismo, le aportó una gran popularidad y carisma en el entorno del cine, que dejó en 1981, a los 60 años, para dedicarse exclusivamente al mundo al circo. En ese mismo año se convirtió en el principal gerente del Circo de Moscú, y desde 1982 pasó a ser Director general del mismo, cargo que mantuvo hasta su muerte. Pese a dejar el cine, Nikulin hizo diversas apariciones en televisión y durante los años 90 dirigió el programa humorístico Loro Blanco (en ruso Beluyi popugay), en el que varios artistas se reunían y relataban chistes y anécdotas, algunos de los cuales eran del propio Nikulin. Falleció el 21 de Agosto en Moscú a los 75 años tras una operación del corazón, y fue enterrado en el cementerio Novodevichy. Hoy en día, Yuri Nikulin sigue siendo recordado en Rusia como uno de los mayores cómicos que ha conocido el país. Sus películas han envejecido muy bien con el tiempo y siguen siendo grandes estrenos en las cadenas de televisión rusas. Pese a no haberse labrado una carrera fílmica como la de otros conocidos intérpretes soviéticos, el humor de Nikulin ha sido su influencia más importante en los cómicos actuales. El Circo de Moscú lleva el nombre de Yuri Nikulin desde su muerte en su honor.

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Yuri Vladimirovich Nikulin (Russian: Юрий Владимирович Никулин; 18 December 1921 – 21 August 1997) was a well-known Russian actor and comedian who starred in many popular films. He was awarded the title of People’s Artist of the USSR in 1973 and Hero of Socialist Labour in 1990. He also received a number of state awards, including the prestigious Order of Lenin, which he received twice in his lifetime. Nikulin was born just after the end of the Russian civil war, in Smolensk in Western Russia. His mother was a garage supervisor and his father a writer of satirical plays – "a profession which may have influenced [Nikulin’s] future career". Nikulin fought in the Red Army in the Winter War with Finland and the World War II with Germany. He reportedly had a comparably "long period of military service, from 1939-46, preparing to be demobilised just when the German invasion of the Soviet Union began in 1941." Nikulin’s style and precise delivery, as well as his mastery of timing and his hilarious masks made him an outstanding comedian. In the ring, Nikulin presented a phlegmatic temperament, slow and unsmiling, and to many in the West his personality was reminiscent of the great silent film comedian Buster Keaton. Rich in mimicry, doleful of expression, Nikulin was hailed as “a brainy clown” outside Russia. Nikulin, affectionately called "Uncle Yura" by Russian children, relied mainly upon his wits to earn his place in history as one of the best clowns of the 20th century. Nikulin first took up clowning in 1944 when a political officer in his battalion, impressed by his repertoire of jokes, ordered him to organize entertainment for the division, which he did with resounding success. Encouraged, once the war ended, Nikulin reportedly "tried unsuccessfully to enter drama college before answering a newspaper advertisement recruiting trainees for the Clown Studio at Moscow’s Tsvetnoy Boulevard Circus." The several acting schools and theatres rejected Nikulin allegedly due to "lacking artistic talent". However, he did find initial success at the Circus and qualified as a fully trained clown in 1950, and never abandoned his links with the circus. He met his wife, Tatyana, there, and in 1982 became the director of the Moscow Circus, a post he held until his death. His son, Maxim, is now a circus administrator. His screen debut came in 1958 with the film The Girl with the Guitar. He appeared in almost a dozen major features, mainly in the 1960s and 1970s, "but his ascent to star status was assured by a handful of short films directed by Leonid Gaidai." The first two of these, Dog Barbos and Unusual Cross and later Bootleggers (Russian: Samogonchiki or The Moonshine Makers, 1961) were also where Nikulin was featured as a character named Fool in The Three Stooges-like trio, along with Georgy Vitsyn as Coward and Yevgeny Morgunov as Experienced. In former Soviet republics he is particularly well known for his role in popular film series about the criminal trio. The series included such films as Operation Y and Other Shurik’s Adventures and Kidnapping Caucassian Style. His most popular films include comedies Brilliantovaia Ruka (Diamond Arm), 12 Stulyev (12 Chairs), Stariki-Razboiniki (Old Hooligans). He was also acclaimed for his roles in Andrey Tarkovsky’s Andrei Rublev and several films on World War II themes (Sergei Bondarchuk’s They Fought for Their Country, Aleksei German’s Twenty Days Without War).[citation needed] Nikulin’s "comic timing never faltered" even in old age and "he had no enemies and mixed with politicians from both the Soviet and post -Soviet eras". He reportedly was close to Moscow mayor Yuri Luzhkov and supported Boris Yeltsin’s re-election campaign." As mentioned, Nikulin was succeeded in his office at the Moscow Circus on Tsvetnoy Boulevard by his son. There is a bronze monument to him in front of the circus, which now bears his name. He is buried in Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow.[

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El Cementerio Novodévichi (en ruso Новодевичье кла́дбище, Novodévichiye kládbishche) es el cementerio más famoso de Moscú, Rusia. Forma parte del conjunto conventual del Monasterio Novodévichi, que data del siglo XVI, declarado en 2004 Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la Unesco.1 Fue inaugurado en 1898, cuando ya existían muchos enterramientos en los muros del monasterio. Uno de los primeros personajes notables en ser enterrado en el cementerio fue Antón Chéjov, cuya tumba es obra de Fiódor Shéjtel. El cementerio alberga más de 27 000 tumbas, entre las que se encuentran las de distinguidos escritores, actores, poetas, científicos, líderes políticos y militares. Se asemeja a un parque, con pequeñas capillas y grandes conjuntos escultóricos. Es un lugar más para visitar en Moscú. Existe la posibilidad de solicitar un plano en la oficina del cementerio.

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Novodevichy Cemetery (Russian: Новоде́вичье кла́дбище, Novodevichye kladbishche) is the most famous cemetery in Moscow. It lies next to the southern wall of the 16th-century Novodevichy Convent, which is the city’s third most popular tourist site.[1] The cemetery was designed by Ivan Mashkov and inaugurated in 1898.[2] Its importance dates from the 1930s, when the necropoleis of the medieval Muscovite monasteries (Simonov, Danilov, Donskoy) were scheduled for demolition. Only the Donskoy survived the Joseph Stalin era relatively intact. The remains of many famous Russians buried in other abbeys, such as Nikolai Gogol and Sergey Aksakov, were disinterred and reburied at the Novodevichy. A 19th-century necropolis within the walls of the Novodevichy convent, which contained the graves of about 2000 Russian noblemen and university professors, also underwent reconstruction. The vast majority of graves were destroyed. It was at that time that the remains of Anton Chekhov were moved outside the monastery walls. His grave served as the kernel of the so-called "cherry orchard" – a section of the cemetery which contains the graves of Constantin Stanislavski and the leading actors of his company. Under Soviet rule, burial in the Novodevichy Cemetery was second in prestige only to burial in the Kremlin Wall Necropolis. Among the Soviet leaders, only Nikita Khrushchev was buried at the Novodevichy rather than at the Red Square. Since the fall of the Soviet Union, the Kremlin Wall is no longer used for burials and the Novodevichy Cemetery is used for only the most symbolically significant burials. For example, in April 2007, within one week both the first President of the Russian Federation Boris Yeltsin and world-renowned cellist Mstislav Rostropovich were buried there. Today, the cemetery holds the tombs of Russian authors, musicians, playwrights, and poets, as well as famous actors, political leaders, and scientists.[3][4] More than 27,000 are buried at Novodevichy. There is scant space for more burials. A new national cemetery is under construction in Mytishchi north of Moscow. The cemetery has a park-like ambience, dotted with small chapels and large sculpted monuments. It is divided into the old (Divisions 1–4), new (Divisions 5–8) and newest (Divisions 9–11) sections; maps are available at the cemetery office.[5] en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novodevichy_Cemetery en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burials_at_the_Novodevichy_Cemetery

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[pan-fried-autism]

Ultimately Leonids pranks, which he is causing once he returns from his travel around the world, are very harmless/mild and just, annoying sometimes , he just likes to tease his brother.

Nikolai would probably say at one point to his Leonid."

Nikolai:"You know, for someone who drives an ambulance and works for the Medics, you sure can be a nuisance."

Leonid:"/*grins*/ Oh you would be surprised how many ambulance drivers there pull pranks like that. And don't forget I share some of the memories with you about Peng, so I learned from his as well. /*chuckles*/"

Leonid is like that one relative that shows up and causes a harmless little ruckus. engages in tomfoolery, if you will. It's nice to have him around tho. Even if he can be a little annoying, he's fun to be with regardless (plus grem thinks he's funny)

[pan-fried-autism]

There was something on my mind which I wanted to share with you and I just remembered :-.)

So I thought about Grem having their day off, while Nikolai is working, when Grem gets a call from "Nikolai", who would ask the cat, with a sweet voice, if it would be alright, if they could order some pizza for today, because he really would love to have some pizzas for dinner, and would ask if Grem could order for him, "Nikolai", a pizza with pineapple on it because it is his favorite . "Nikolai" would also apologize for calling with a new number, saying he had misplaced his own mobile phone and was using a a coin operated phone instead.

So, perhaps I am wrong with my assumption, but I like to imagine Grem would order the pizzas (perhaps wondering why Nikolai wants pizza with pineapple and why he didn't order it himself, but well, he asked politely).

However, when Nikolai does come back home, and Grem tells him they have ordered pizza as he wanted...Nikolai is very confused...especially because, while he does not mind pineapple on pizza, it's not his favorite as Grem asks he had said. With Nikolai saying he didn't call Grem or ask for pizza, he doesn't mind of course but he can't remember having called.

But before more confusion can happen, Grem gets another call with hearing "Nikolai's" laugh, and it would be revealed that it wasn't Nikolai, but rather Leonid who pretended to be Nikolai and made a "phone prank" as Leo would say.

He, Leonid of course would pay for the pizzas and the delivery, while still laughing over the "phone prank" :-.)

Yours sincerely

Bowler

Ngl I really like the idea of Leonid just being like a cartoon antagonist to Grem and Nikolai. Like ordering prank pizzas and stream sniping Nik.

And Grem would probably be a tiny bit suspicious, but would order the pizzas anyway because he doesn't see anything too wrong with Nikolais request.

[bowlerhatwearer]

🔺 What is Sable nik scared of?

Greetings Anon

~~~

(10/10)

/*shudders*/ T....there....are two things I am....scared of.....

Loosing....../*breathes in and out*/....loosing Jack...or getting separated from him.

And....and her....returning.....

Maybe even...also...that.../*his voice gets hoarse*/...both are connected....

She comes back and somehow arrives here....and that she takes Jack from me....

<....>

/*Leonid goes quiet*/

~~~

Yours sincerely

Bowler

[bowlerhatwearer]

Do you have a name for Vasily's ex-wife?

Greetings Anon

I have, her name is...or rather was Halyna Aksakov.

However there is a reason her name gets rarely mentioned, which is something Nikolai and Kathrina, and later Leonid and Vasily do.

This is for one reason, because it pains them, to speak out her name, and to another because they all believe, she does not deserve it to be remembered.

Oh, they remember very well the actions she has done, and will never forget, but Halyna herself, as in the person, which is the other reason why they don't mention her name often, they want her to be forgotten, and that there is nothing left that ever gives any indication that Halyna Aksakov ever existed.

And so when they talk about her, she is usually reffered as "mother" (by Kathrina, Leonid and Nikolai") or as "ex-wife (by Vasily), they won't deny that she has existed, because, she did, however they do try not to give her much of a spotlight in the present.

Yours sincerely

Bowler

[pan-fried-autism]

Lab Accident - Chapter 2

Characters: Swap!Leonid (@bowlerhatwearer), Mothgo (@sallychaosaura), The Swap Harris Family

Summary: Leonid starts properly investigating Ms. Mewtons dissappearance.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: smoking, implied child death

14 was the number displayed on the house.

Leonid, in his running Prius, stared out at the house before nodding sagely to himself.

14 [STREET NAME], he thought. This is the place.

He put the car into park and exited through the driver side door. He walked up to the house, taking in the scenery.

The house was a one story, and kind of small. The siding was painted a dark olive green, and the lawn seemed to be freshly mowed. Not completely mowed, though— there were still patches of over grown grass strewn throughout.

In the driveway was a grey VW Beetle. There was a dent by the front bumper, two strange dents on the top of the car above the driver side door, a small crack on the left rear view window, and— a little worryingly— a row of claw marks on the hood.

He walked up the small pathway connecting the front door to the driveway, passing by a large window. He took a look in, seeing counters, a sink, some dirty dishes, and a small view of a stove top— definitely the kitchen. Further into the house, he could see a table with four chairs.

Approaching the front door, Leonid noticed the small window it had. He couldn’t see through, though. Too dusty.

Finally, he knocked.

A voice rang from inside the house. “One moment!”

The voice was… a little odd sounding. He couldn’t put his finger on why.

Somewhat loud footsteps echoed up to the door, where it swung open…

… and a sight to behold stood staring down at him.

A very tall robot, at LEAST 7 feet, was cramped down in the doorway. The head was like a TV, only orange, and there were two things on the sides of her head with heart designs on them. She has antenna, too. Moths eyes were heterochromatic, one being orange and the other blue.

Mang was wearing a purple sweater, a dark purple skirt, and darker purple pants. She also had… wings? on her back? They were strange— they didn’t look metallic at all. They looked real.

One thing Leonid knew was real, though, was the tired expression on the robots face.

Leonid knew he was staring, gawking even, but... what else was he supposed to do? He'd never seen someone such as her before.

He managed to collect himself, though, and stood firmly before speaking.

"Good morning."

The robot stared at him, suspicion breaking through her tired haze.

"Good morning. Who are you?" moth replied.

Nikolai reached into his pocket and brought out his badge. "Leonid Aksakov, private investigator. I'd like to ask you some questions."

The tired expression turned into a sad one.

"... This is about Gremmy, isn't it?"

"Yes, if you're referring to Grementine Mewton."

"I am. I thought the police investigation already ended?"

"Well, an anonymous client claiming to be her friend has hired me."

Mothgo got a thoughtful expression on her face. She shook it off after a second and stepped to the side. "Come in."

And so he did.

The walls of the living room and dining room were a light blue in colour. Facing Leonid was a hallway, and on the left side of its entryway was a bookcase. To the left of that bookcase, against a different wall, was a faded yellow armchair with its own end table and lamp. Looking further to the other wall, he saw what he guessed was the heart of the living room-- a TV on a long stand, a coffee table, and an off white couch. All on a diagonal angle, for whatever reason. There was a small wooden cabinet on the ground, too.

Looking to his right, he saw the dining room table again. It was a bit small, only able to have four chairs.

One chair seemed pretty dusty.

The house, though nice, had a strange feeling about it. Like something was deeply wrong, and it couldn't comprehend what it was.

Mothgo sat down on the couch, and Leonid followed suit. He produced a small notepad and pencil from one of the pockets of his jacket.

"Before we begin, Miss, I understand there's another robot that lives here, too." he spoke.

"Yeah, M0u5e. She's over with the lady who rescued her all those months ago." she replied.

Leonid wrote that down.

"Okay, Ms... Mothgo. I have a few questions for you regarding Ms. Mewtons disappearance. I imagine you may have heard some of them before."

Mothgo shifted a bit in spot.

"... Maybe. But I'll answer your questions."

Leo nodded, and flipped a few pages back. He cleared his throat before he began.

"What was Ms. Mewton like?"

Mothgo looked down at her hands, a pained smile forming on mangs face.

"Gremmy is... She can be cold at first, but she can be really nice once she warms up! She's very kind and sweet! She took me in when I needed help."

Leonid wrote as she spoke. He began again.

"What is your relationship to, or with her?"

"She's my best friend! I care for her very much! I..." her hands shook a little. "I've been trying to fly around to look for her, but I also have to care for M0u5e and the house, and the job I took up when she di-disappeared... It-It's so much to do at once, and I'm just one person..."

"What job did you take up?" he asked, giving her a sympathetic look.

"It's at the- the pet store she worked at. I'm the mascot and security guard."

"Mm hmm."

He wrote this down as well.

"When did you see her last?"

"I last saw Grem on November 16, 2027 at noon. That's when she and M0u5e left."

Scribble scribble scribble.

"Did you know of her weekend plans?"

"Yes! She and M0u5e were going to the northern region to see her friend Nikolai.--" (A sudden cold feeling went through Leonids veins.) "I wanted to come, but couldn't because my wings don't do well with the cold. I... I wish I had just toughed it out. Maybe if I did (sniff)... she would still be here..."

Despite the horrible feeling Leonid had, he still reached over and gently patted Mothgo on the shoulder.

"None of this is your fault, Ms. Mothgo. Nobody would have expected her to go missing."

A tear fell from moths eye... screen eye thing, which she wiped away.

"Thank- thank you." she wavered out.

Leonid returned to writing.

"Now, finally; Do you know anybody who may wish ill on her?"

Mothgos demeanor changed in an instant. The sad expression upon mangs face/screen changed to one of contempt and anger.

"Yeah. A few people. One in particular." she spat out.

"His name is Jackson Harris, he's Grem's ex-boyfriend. He's fucking disgusting. He bothers Grem like every fucking week! She broke up with him in high school!... HIGH SCHOOL!! Talk about stalker behaviour! She made it clear she's not interested, but he still bothers her! If anyone did something with my Gremmy, it's him."

Leonid took many notes, making sure to put simple dashes for every time Mothgo swore. The amount of vitriol she held for Harris was almost... scary.

It gave him a bit of a lead, at least. That's twice somebody mentioned a Jack or Jackson in negative relation to Ms. Mewton.

He closed his notepad and put it back in his jacket as he stood up.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Mothgo. Would you happen to know where he lives?" he inquired.

"Yeah, at least Grem did. She has it written down in case she ever needed to call the police."

Leonid couldn't help but grimace slightly as Mothgo speedwalked to the kitchen, returning after a second with a small slip of paper.

Looking over it thoroughly, he nodded once more and headed to the front door.

"Thank you again, Ms. Mothgo."

"Of course, Mr. Aksakov."

Leonid stepped through the doorway... before stopping a moment.

"Oh, there's just one more thing."

Leo hurried to his car, went through a few things, and returned to the house after a minute, an envelope in hand.

"Here." he handed it to the hybrid robot.

Mothgo carefully opened the envelope flap...

and found enclosed some money.

"You sound like you're in need of help. I hope this makes this easier, if only a little, and if only for a while."

Mothgo looked up and gave him a soft smile.

"Thanks!" she chirped at him.

Leonid nodded and turned around, but stopped just short of the doorway when he heard something from behind him.

"... Detective?"

He turned around, promptly being met with a pained expression. Mothgo spoke one more time to him.

"Please, find my friend. Please."

Leonid gave her a quick nod before leaving.

He went to his car and hopped in, starting it up before driving away. Thoughts swirled in his head.

That's two people who deeply cared for Grementine... three, perhaps, if I could talk to her assistant. Her friend seemed horribly stressed with her gone.

... I hope she's okay. I hope they'll both be okay.

.............

Detective Aksakov parked his car. He got out, facing the house before him.

It was a two-story row house in a neighbourhood downtown. The white coat of paint on the siding seemed fresh, as did the blue paint on the gable of the roof. In the driveway was an orange Toyota brand minivan. There was a kiddy pool in the small front lawn as well, for whatever reason.

Leonid walked up to the front door, having to tread on the freshly mowed lawn, seeing as there was no pathway.

He approached the door, knocking swiftly. From inside, he could hear the very faint sound of a baby fussing, quickly drowned out by footsteps.

Alright, Mr. Harris, he thought. Let's see what you're li--

A woman answered the door.

She had the facial shape and ears of a hare, but not only did her nose more closely resemble that of some kind of ungulate, she had antlers sticking out of her head. Her fingers ended in small hooves, too. In her arms was a very small boy, looking to have just reached toddler age. He had tiny little horn buds on his head, longish ears, digitigrade legs, hooves, and big eyes. Big eyes that never looked away from Leo.

He could hear the baby fussing, too.

This took Leo off his guard for but a brief moment, though he very quickly tried to collect himself.

"Does Jake- (damnit) does Jack Harris live here?" he asked awkwardly.

The woman cocked her head at him.

"Who are ya?" she inquired back at him in a thick Midwest accident.

Leonid took out his badge once more.

"Leonid Aksakov, private investigator."

"Ah. Yer looking for my cousin."

"Right. Does he live here?"

"Nope. He moved out a few months ago, and my uncle John-- his dad-- let me and my crew move in. Good thing, too, we needed the space. He had a lot of weird..." she trailed off as she looked at the toddler in her arms. "... stuff in his house, for whatever reason."

Leo sighed a bit.

"Ah... do you know where he moved?"

"Nope. Dunno."

Oh.

"Well... can you maybe give me the address of his father?"

"Oh, sure! He and Aunt Tu live up in Hometon, in the Upper Hills section. 3 [STREET NAME] to be exact."

"Alright, thank you, Ms..."

"Paula Lopez."

"Ms. Lopez. One more thing, what do you mean by 'weird stuff?'"

"Lotta weird pictures of some chick. Threw em all out, they creeped the.... the uh, devil out of me. Now if you excuse me, one of my little ankle-biters needs some TLC. Bye, now!"

The little one in her arms waved at him as she closed the door.

Leo walked back to his car, thinking about Ms. Lopez's comments.

He had a lot of weird stuff... lotta weird pictures of some chick.

It gave him a sour feeling in his gut.

Maybe a little trip out of town may help him. A quick google search too-- hes seen the name Harris in clothing stores before. Who knows?

...............

Geez, I can see why the area is called Upper Hills, Leonid thought as he drove up a road surrounded by large, fancy houses.

He was almost amazed at some of the things he saw-- fountains in the front yard, gated blocking the driveway, a small tennis court in front of one particularly grand house. It would be truly amazing if Leonid didn't feel looked down just by driving through.

Eventually, though, he pulled up to the Harris house.

Well... a little too big to be just a house. Thought only two stories, the house AND property were quite large. He could even see a second floor balcony! Didn't feel big enough to be a mansion though... he'd just stick with manor for now.

Water sprinkled lined the expansive front lawn, going off back and forth while Leo walked up the cobblestone path to the front door. A few small yet intricate marble fountains sat in front of the railing of the front porch, with its swinging bench and everything.

As he did, he took out a cigarette.

The driveway was something to write home about too-- there were four whole cars there. A very nice looking minivan, a Honda Civic, a blue Tesla Model Y, and to top it all of, a 2009 Honda S2000 CR. Leo had heard about those cars-- they cost nearly a quarter of a million dollars nowadays,

He didn't like it. He lit the cigarette in his hands as fast as he could.

He walked up the brick steps to the porch, taking note of the silver knocker on the door and the large window it was in the middle of. He couldn't exactly see through it, though-- the windows were stained glass.

Taking a puff from his cigarette, he took the knocker and gave it a good wringing, listening to the strangely clean sounding knock it produced.

He heard the footsteps approaching unusually fast. Perhaps Mr. Harris was nearby when he knocked. Ah, well, at least he didn't have to wait so long for hi--

The door opened. This time, he was not met by an adult.

Rather, a child. A young girl to be exact. She seemed to be a hare of some kind. She wore a long sleeved striped shirt and a denim skirt, and she looked up at Leo with her inquisitive eyes.

Leonid looked at the child with what he guess was a "deer in the headlights" look, not saying anything for a moment. He tried to compose himself once more, exhaling the cigarette smoke away from her direction before clearing his throat.

"Hello... are you John Harris?"

He had not composed himself properly.

The girl blinked at him. "Which John Harris? We have two." she replied.

Leo pinched the bridge of his nose, damning his stupid question before he took a breath and spoke again.

"... Whichever of the two is the father of John Harris." he explained, promptly taking another drag off his smoke.

This would prove to be a mistake when the girl was silent for a moment before turning around and calling out,

"DAD! There's a fancy man at the door and he wants you!"

Leonid nearly choked on the cigarette and went into a coughing fit while the girl scampered away. Luckily, it ended before another person appeared at the door.

He looked to be somewhere in his early 50s, and wore a fleece vest over a long sleeve button up shirt. He wore black slacks and loafers, and had a very expensive looking watch on his wrist. Unusual for a warm day in May.

The man cleared his throat.

"Good afternoon, sir. I'm John Harris Sr, the one you seek." he introduced himself, a haughty tone coating every inch of his voice. "What is your business?"

Leonid, already regretting coming here, took out his badge yet again.

"Leonid Aksakov, Private Investigator. I'm looking for your son... Jack Harris." he announced.

John put his thumb and finger up to his chin, stroking a little.

"A detective, are we?" the hare responded.

"... Well, I might as well let you in, sir. I'll have to ask that you cigarette, though."

"Of course, Mr. Harris."

The detective looked around, but found no ashtray. He looked up at John awkwardly, murmuring a little before coughing into his fist.

"Any place where I can extinguish it?" he muttered sheepishly.

John waved his hand dismissively.

"Just stamp it out on the doorstep. Our groundskeeper can take care of it later." With that, he walked back into the manor.

This guy had too much money, Leonid thought, though out loud he simply said "Alright, sir." He threw the cigarette on the ground and snuffed it out on the ground, before wiping his feet on their welcome mat and walking inside.

The walls were a creamy yellow colour with a dark oak trim, and a fancy hallway table with pictures and ceramic figurines. Throughout the entryway and hallway, paintings and photographs were hung upon the wall. There was an entryway to some sort of red room with the same trim.

Something told him they were rich.

As Leonid hung up his coat on the standing rack, John turned to him with a somewhat smug look on his face.

"Now, as you are a guest in our manor, we need to make you feel welcome. Tell me, do you like biscuits?"

Snob. Of course he offers me biscuits. He'll probably give me a cup of tea, too.

"Of course, that is a very generous and kind offer, Mr. Harris." Leonid replied out loud.

John clapped his hands happily.

"Perfect! I'll get my wife to put on some biscuits and tea for us, you go to the sitting room and I'll gather the family."

John darted down a hallway and into a doorway, giving Leonid some space to sigh and rant quietly to himself.

"Of course he asks his wife, why am I not surprised that Mr. Can't-Even-Tie-His-Shoes-By-Himself Harris orders his wife to do that for him?"

He started toward the sitting room, still ranting.

"... And NOW I get to meet his family. What is this, The Sound Of Music??? Well... at least maybe I get to find out more about Jack through this. Just act polite and friendly, and ask the right questions... then you're out of here. Hopefully that is soon."

Suddenly, Leo heard John talking to someone down the hall. The voice sounded like that of a young woman.

"Julie, get up from your chair! We have an important guest over."

"Dad, I'm working on an essay!"

"It can wait, Juliana. We must be polite."

"Ugh, FINE."

He couldn't help but sigh again.

"This is why I prefer when people come to my office, instead of doing field work... especially when it's guys like him..." he muttered.

His hand unconsciously reached for a cigarette. It stopped once he realized.

He already wanted to leave.

.....

A few minutes later, Leonid was sat in the sitting room.

The wood trim of the walls was now white in color, and the paint was a bright inviting yellow. He was sat on a white couch with a floral print. In front of him was a white coffee table covered in a silken tablecloth, and across from him in a chair was Mr. Harris.

There were other things too, of course-- on the wall to his left was a big white mantle-place holding many photographs and trinkets, along with a childs drawing taped to it. Next to that was a grandfather clock. On the wall to his left was a loveseat similar to the couch, and above that was a large amount of portraits.

He found his interest drawn to these. At the very top was a wedding photo and a large family photo. Below these was a series of photos forming a rectangular shape. The frames were interesting-- they contained two pictures instead of one. On the left side of each frame was a photo of a leveret, and on the right of each was what he guessed was a recent picture of each leveret. One only had a photo of the leveret for some reason. All in all, there were 12 people depicted. Next to the frame in the top right corner was a 13th picture of a leveret, though this one was lop-eared and french gray in fur colour.

Leonid's best guess was that these were his children. Definitely shocking to see, at first, but he figured he must have wanted a large, influential family. Still didn't make it any less surprising.

Other people were in the room, too.

To the left in front of the mantle-place was a miserable young woman slumped in a chair. He guessed she was the one John had been talking down to— he knew the look of someone who had been talked down to by their father. She kept shooting dirty looks at John, who either didn't notice or didn't care.

In an armchair next to John was a young man in a Supreme shirt typing on his phone.

Leaning against the right wall was a teenage boy in what he guessed was a basketball shirt and sports shorts. From the looks of it, he'd been practicing, as evidence by the Gatorade he was nursing.

On the loveseat was the young girl from before, though this time she was joined by a younger boy. He had a Bluey shirt on, and shorts held up by suspenders.

Both children were staring at him. He couldn't help but feel uneased.

He waved to them politely, unsure of what to do about them. Maybe John Sr. was gonna introduce them? Again, he wasn't sure. He didn't even know if he should say anything.

Luckily the problem solved itself when the little girl asked, "Are you a detective? Like on the TV?"

Leo breathed a sigh of relief and formulated a response.

"Well... yes, in a way... but my job is not as exciting as the television makes it appear to be. It involves a lot more paperwork."

The two children gave him a look of surprise and happiness, clearly in awe regardless of what he said.

"That's so cool..." the little boy marveled.

Leonid returned with a polite smile.

John piped up all of a sudden.

"I imagine you're wondering who the young people here are. They're my children, of course!"

"Oh, I see." Leo calmly replied, though he thought to himself 'As if I would have never guessed that. You literally told me i was going to meet them.' "You must be very proud of them."

John pointed at the people around Leonid as he replied, starting with the young woman. "This is Juliana, Johnathan (named for myself), Jacob, Jillian, and little Joey.

"They aren't all of my children, of course. You can see the others though, right above Jill and Joey."

Saying this, he gestured to the many photos Leo had seen earlier.

So I was right.

"Ah, thirteen wonderful children, I see!"

"Oh, just 12. The grey one is my grandson."

Leonid nodded in understanding.

"I see you have quite the large family... and that the branches of your tree have grown wide; but I should not expect anything else. I have, after all, heard about the famous Harris family. How an ancestor of yours founded a shoe factory that continues to this very day... together with the manufacturing and distribution of socks, a branch that was added later."

John sat up might and proud, snootier than anything.

"Yes, my great-grandfather Peter. I'm the current owner of the show factory, and will pass it down to my oldest and his family. I have many children with their own pursuits in success. Most of which have succeeded."

Jill, the little girl, butted in all of a sudden.

"Can I do the name thing, Dad?"

John Sr. smiled at her. "Only if our guest wants to see."

Both looked at him expectantly.

Leonid hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about, but decided to reply with an "Oh, yes." It probably wouldn't be good to be rude to the young daughter of a man who makes enough money to look down at you simply by giving you food.

Cheerfully, Jill stood up on the love seat and started pointing at the photos, reciting what must have been an oft said phrase.

"Jack, Janet, James, Julie, Jenny Jared and Johnny, Jake and Jorge, Jill-- that's me, Judie-- she was my twin, and Joey!"

Leonid felt himself flinching internally at the was, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He didn't want the family to see this, though, so he smiled politely and nodded.

"Wonderful! All of them are great names."

He turned to John Sr. "I assume, Mr. Harris, that it was you who has chosen the names of your children... and/or had a say in it?"

"Well, yes, most of them. I did wish for them all to start with J, but of course my wife had a say in the matter."

Leonid nodded again, looking back at the pictures, whispering "What a fascinating family..."

His volume returned to normal as he spoke to John again.

"Mr. Harris," he began, "As you have already guessed, I have come for this visit for a specific reason: It is about your oldest son, who is Jack I presume? I will leave it up to you if you prefer your children remain here. Or if we should talk in private."

"I agree. I think it would be best if—“

John was interrupted by a woman entering the room.

She seemed to be the same age as John Sr, and wore a white turtleneck sweater with a knee-length chocolate brown skirt-- 'perhaps they aren't aware of the concept of heat?' Leo thought briefly-- and was a carrying a tray with biscuits, teacups, and a teapot.

She gave Leonid a friendly smile, greeting him with “Hello, sir.”

Leonid gave a smile back.

“Greetings! You are Mrs. Harris, I presume? I would like to thank you for your hospitality, and your biscuits and tea.”

She nodded, setting the tray down on the coffee table. The biscuits seemed to be half dipped in chocolate, and were in funny little oblong shapes. Jill and Joey immediately went for them.

“Yes, that’s me.” She confirmed. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

She grabbed a chair from the corner and pulled it next to John Sr, sitting down as he spoke to her.

“Not at all, my flame. Detective Aksakov has some questions for us regarding Jackson.” he crooned, putting his arm around her.

Petunia smiled and gave him a kiss, before pouring up some tea. She gave teacups to herself, Julie, John Sr, John Jr, and Leonid.

Leonid gave her a polite nod as he took a sip of the tea. It tasted something like white tea, but with a strange yet nice floral finish.

“The tea tastes wonderful… thank you. Now, Mr. and Mrs. Harris; due to a current investigation, I thought that Jack… Jackson could perhaps help me with some questions.

“I understand that you might be curious as to what this investigation is about, but I am afraid that I am not allowed to talk about it. My apologies; but—“ He looked at John Sr.— “You probably understand how it is with business and NDAs. In my field, it is like this as well. I wanted to talk to your son, but I was unfortunately unable to reach him. Given that you, as his parents, are his closest relatives, I thought you might perhaps know how I could reach him.”

John Sr nodded, replying “I understand perfectly. He’s QUITE far away, sir.”

Leonid raised an eyebrow curiously.

He sat up a bit, clapping his hands and looking around at his children in the room.

“Alright, children— leave. This is a private matter.” He announced firmly.

The Harris children got up saying various things— Leonid swore he heard Julie say “finally”— and soon, the three adults were alone in the room together.

"Is he currently on a business trip?" Leo asked once alone with them.

John chuckled a bit. "Oh, Gary hardly hosts any business trips these days. It's different; Jack moved."

"Moved... I do have to say, this does surprise me a bit... after all, from what I've heard, Jack worked in the... if I may say family business; so again, I do have to say it surprises me to hear this, Mr. Harris."

Leonid didn't EXACTLY hear. Jack was mentioned on the company website and the Wikipedia page. Best to act he knows and suspects nothing.

John curtly nodded. "Yes, it was strange for us, too. He said he 'needed a fresh start'. Perhaps he's looking to start his own branch of the business."

"We're looking to book a flight for next month to visit him. He said he'd have something nice to show us when he got there." Mrs. Harris added, before asking, "Would you care for a chocolate ladyfinger, Detective?"

"Of course. Thank you Mrs. Harris, that is very kind of you." he replied politely. He was having some thoughts regarding her addition, however.

'Hmm... this might have just gotten more interesting than I thought.'

Speaking out loud again, he said, "I see... you both must be very excited to see your son, right?"

"Yes, very excited. He never said what it WAS that he was going to show us, he wants it to remain a surprise." John replied quite matter of factly.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Harris picked up one of the ladyfingers and put it on a napkin before handing it to Leonid.

He looked at her. "Thank you." he said.

He took a bite of the biscuit-- it tasted almost exactly like sponge cake, save for the milk chocolate coating.

"Wonderful... absolutely wonderful, this biscuit... I am certain that Jackson has his reasons to keep this surprise a surprise... and wanting to wait before showing it to you." he remarked, nodding a bit.

Petunia gave him a proud smile, obviously taking pride in her lovely ladyfingers.

"You're welcome, detective! Though I still can't help but wonder what it is..." she queried.

"If he is keeping it this much of a secret, then I assume it is going to be very exciting." he suggested, taking another biscuit.

"Did you have any other questions?" John asked before sipping his tea.

Leonid hummed a bit and gave his answer. "Well, I wanted to talk with your son, but I guess that given how he has moved away, this is not possible. But thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Harris, for answering my questions and introducing me to your family; and thank you, Mrs. Harris, for the tea and biscuits."

John said nothing, before giving Leonid a little smirk.

"If you want, I can tell you where he is."

This made the detective sit up expectantly.

"You would? That... that is very kind of you, Mr. Harris. Thank you very much."

The middle aged man took a page of card stock out of his vest pocket, along with a fountain pen, and wrote something on it. Once done, he passed it to Leonid.

The detective took a look.

New AndaAnderville, British Columbia, Canada

Leonid couldn't help wrinkling his brow in confusion.

Canada... why did he move so far away?

Shaking his head, he simply put it in his pocket, before giving a slight yet genuine smile and talking again.

"Thank you, Mr. Harris, I can assure you that this helps me a lot. I am confident that when I meet your son, he'll be able to answer the question that I have. Thank you very much for your help."

"You're welcome, Detective Aksakov. Feel free to stay as long as you need to."

Leo finished his tea and second biscuit and got up, still smiling.

"Thank you for the kind offer, Mr. Harris, but I think I've taken enough of you and your family's valuable time. I don't want to take any more away from it." He admitted to them.

"You're welcome again, Detective Aksakov." Petunia said warmly.

"... and thank you for coming over!" her husband added.

Leonid got up and bowed. "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. and Mrs. Harris."

As the detective left the house, he was already thinking of his next move, and what it was gonna be.

First, though, he'd have to find the next flight to British Columbia.

[pan-fried-autism]

Lab Accident - Chapter 1

Characters: Swap!Leonid (@bowlerhatwearer), Swap!Nikolai (also bowler. hi), secrets

Summary: On a dreary day in the office, Detective Leonid Aksakov receives a strange call.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: smoking

It was a dreary day in the office. Leonid Aksakov sat down in his desk chair, looking at the windows whilst he smoked. He WOULD look out the windows, but seeing as the blinds were presently closed, he couldn't exactly do that.

Not that there was much to look at anyway-- a grey sky, a melding cluster of buildings made of bricks and more grey, some light rain. It's May right now, right? It's not SUPPOSED to look like that.

Wasn't too energetic in the office, either. He didn't have any cases to work on, nor did he have any other cases come in. Frankly, all he could do right now was take a few puffs and maybe sort some paperwork.

Fun.

Leo sighed as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, a noxious gray smoke following suit. He coughed a little after it cleared.

The weather outside was affecting his mood, it seemed. He didn't mind a slow day, but this day was practically catatonic. Yeah, he could sort the paperwork, but that in itself was usually a tedious task. He almost wished he had a case to work on.

... his lunch break was coming up soon. Maybe he could get something fun at that cafe a block down. Some sorta fancy coffee, a nice sandwhich, maybe a donut instead of a ba--

*BRRRRRRNNNNGGG*

The ringing phone jolted him out of his thoughts.

Putting the cigarette out on the side of his desk, Leonid reached and picked up the desk phone from its receiver before hitting the "talk" button.

"Detective Aksakov, speaking." he spoke as he leaned back into his chair.

*... Hello?*

The voice on the other end sounded... odd. Somewhat crackily and high pitched, as if tampered with. Had a faint rasp to it, along with what sounded like a Russian accent.

"Yes, hello. What is the meaning of this call?" he responded.

*I would... like to see if you could help me with something.*

"Hmm. What would it be?"

*My... a dear friend of mine went missing a while ago. I'd like some help finding her.*

Leonid sat up. A missing persons case? Not what he was expecting today.

"Alright... can you tell me a bit about her? Maybe when you last saw her?"

*She was... she is very smart. Smarter than she realizes, in fact. She lives with a friend and her assistant, who's being taken care of by someone, and she always used to visit me.

*... She was actually going to have me over... to meet her assistant. But... but she- she never came. I was going to see where she was but- but I decided against it and... and now we're here.*

"And where did you last see her?"

*... The northern region.*

Leonid made a deep frown at that part. He wasn't too fond of those regions, especially since he lived there.

"I see... and when did you last see here?"

*Six months ago.*

Ah.

This didn't sound promising.

"Well... was there an investigation? This was a while ago, after all. This could be very difficult to do."

*Yes, there WAS an investigation, there WAS a missing person alert put out. But they never found her.... they, however, did not find a body, either. I'm SURE she is still out there. I NEED to believe it.*

That last part managed to pull at Leonids heart a bit. Seems this woman's friend cared about her a lot.

He couldn't help but feel... sympathy.

Leonid sighed quietly.

"Alright... I'll try and find her case, see if I can take it. What was your friends name?"

The voice didn't speak for a few seconds. Leonid heard a deep breath out on the other end.

*... Thank... oh, THANK you so much. Thank you for this! Her name wa- Her name is Grementine Mewton.*

The name sounded familiar. Perhaps he came across it while looking at cases with the other detectives.

"Great. Anything else I should know?"

*Okay, I don't have much time, but from what she had told me, she has a quite obsessive ex-boyfriend. He shows up once a week to get her back, he knows where she lives.*

"Ah, what would his name be?"

*Jack Ha- oh, CONFOU--*

The line went dead.

Oh.

Leonid put the phone down and got out of the chair, throwing the long dead cigarette in the trash.

He'd have to talk to his boss about this one.

Though he couldn't help thinking of the caller as he walked to the head office. Something about how they spoke, especially at the end, seemed so... familiar to him. But how?

...............

Leonid would start properly investigating tomorrow.

On his desk sat a case file on the disappearance of one Grementine Mewton, ready to be opened and examined. And so it was.

The first thing that caught his eye was the photograph.

It was a photograph of a female cat in what looked to be her mid 20s. She had grey eyes and a lazy smile. Her fur was mostly brown, with splotches of pink on her face, and a light tan underbelly. She had a heart shaped nose as well. The photo seemed to be taken during the summer, as she was sitting back in a chair on a sunny day, wearing a floppy sun hat and purple tank top, drinking some sort of orange beverage.

She seemed nice.

He looked at the papers next to it, going through them, taking in all the information he could.

Full Name: Grementine Claire Mewton. Born Claire Diana Mewton, changed it in 2020. Born Feb 26, 2000. Adopted out. Height: 4'. Weight: 62 lbs. Medically diagnosed with ASD. Was admitted to the hospital four years ago on Apr 12 for an emergency-- ("The papers don't seem to say what exactly it was, though" Leonid added in his mind.)-- Lives on 14 [STREET NAME], Silverport, Missoury. Moved there from Hometon, Missoury sometime in 2023. Worked at a PetZone store on 112 Streeton Avenue. Last seen on November 16, 2027, in a gas station in Kaikaville, Missoury.

A photo came with that last part.

It was a picture taken from a slightly grainy security camera at 1:38 pm. Grementine was at the cash register of said gas station, buying a beverage.

Leonid sat in his chain, elbows propped up on the desk and fingers woven between each other.

"Well, I guess her home would be the first place to investigate." he remarked to nobody. "I could interview her housemate."

Leonid got out of his chair, standing out and stretching. He walked over to a window and opened the blinds, leaning on a window sill and looking at the drab cityscape. He closed his eyes.

"Grementine, I don't know why you're missing, But I know there's at least one person out there who misses you dearly.

"I'll find you, Ms. Mewton. I'm not letting any memories of you fade to dust."

[bowlerhatwearer]

OC List 3.0 WIP

(Note: Characters intended for one story, may also appear in other stories as well.

Of Swords and Pens

Owens Family

Jeremiah Owains (Blaise ancestor)

Timothy Owens (Blaise great uncle)

Lewis Owens (Father, deceased)

Eliza Owens (Mother, deceased)

Blaise Owens (first child, Neutral)

Joanna Owens (second child, Frist Responders)

Victor Owens (fourth third child, Neutral)

Mary Owens (née Rivers, wife of Victor / widow of Lawrence)

Lawrence Owens (fourth child, Neutral, deceased)

Connor Owens (Neutral) (Clone of Lawrence)

June Owens (Neutral) (Clone of Blaise)

First Responders

Garrett Bearlitz (Head/Leader of the First Responders)

Dr. Ruby Mortis

Manatena Berrocal

Franz Weißschloss aka “The Hospital Chaplain” (Still unsure)

Obdulio Bravo (formerly Tigris Empire)

Charl Mountebank

Leonid Aksakov / Akdow (joins later)

Army of the Fauna Republic

Arthur P. Bellum (Commanding Officer)

Turner Coats (Lieutenant / Three Star General)

Horace Wings (Lieutenant/Three Star General)

Clover Luckfoot (Private)

Nikolai Akdow (Army Scientist)

Nutmeg Cinnamon (Army Cook)

Dr. Lis Polarny (Army Doctor)

Seren E. Ness (Moral officer)

Army of the Tigris Empire

Cecilio Pryde (Commanding Officer)

Coop D'état (Lieutenant / Three Star General)

Minerva Border (Valorised Private)

Giordano "Cannelloni" Castellani (Army Cook)

Weregeld Schein (Lawyer)

Aeolus Piston aka Soldier 040 (Bodyguard of Weregeld)

Page aka Soldier 404 (Bodyguard of Weregeld)

Vasily Akdow (Assistant Army Scientist)

Ministry of Vision

"Ace" (Minister / Head of the Ministry)

Ian Snapshot (Enforcer #1)

Fed Geeman (Enforcer #2)

Magnus Dandy aka "The Therapist" ("Contractor/Freelancer")

Neutral / Part of no Organization

Tonic Corner (Shop vendor)

Elias Corner (war journalist / I̷̧̠̼̠̤̭̊͒̇͒̉̉̌ṇ̷̢̨̥̟͚̭̜̙̲͎͍̣̄̾̆̏̈́͋̓̅́̈́͋̄͑͐̚c̶͈̭͌͂̉͊̑̾̃̍̍̚a̷̛͖̘̝͖͌͂̈́̍̀͛͗̏̎̕͠r̷̳̠̖͙̣͙̲̭͕̮̫̬͓̒̎̀̆͐͊̓̿͊͘͜͜͠͝ǹ̵̯͖͎̜̱̬̬ͅā̷̪̣̻̤͈͒̀̉̈̆̈́̀̚͠ͅt̶̡̮̬̺̪̜̦̭͕̹͙̟̅̓́͊͌̿̏͜ͅi̴̡͈͇̜͔̣͓̐͛̐̅̍̄͌̇̐̉̾͘̕͝͝ò̸̖̑͒̂ǹ̶̢̧̹̭͖͓̹̻̋̔̈̈́͛̚͠ ̵͉̮̞̺̱̫̬̠̹̯̖̥͔͔̃̀́̐̄͗̽̑́̊ǫ̵̢̼̟͈̣͚̻̟̜̜̪̙̼̿̀̂̇̈̈́͌͗̀́͑̑̚f̷̧̱̐̉̈̃̅̊̅͐̊̋ ̴̙͍͕̻̆̈́̋̚ͅD̵͔̝̮̦̖̻̳̹̼͆̈e̷͈̮̻̰͂̊̈́̎͆̈̿̾̃̾̌̔͝ͅa̴̢̱̱̝͚̱̤͚̜̼̲̗̍̋͜ṭ̶̡̛̺͈̤̙̃͌͒̍̅́̋̀h̸̛͕͙̮͈̀̎̎͜)

Father Job Fahim (Bishop)

Halyna Aksakov (deceased) (Kathrina's and Nikolai's mother)

Lupus Bytes (CEO and Founder of Lupus Industries)

Other stories and characters

The City / The Walls an Gates of New Constantinople

Jay Mortis (Gravedigger in the City)

Aviso Grand (former Singer in the City)

Keratin Grand (Older sister of Aviso, Hotel Owner in the City)

Kathrina Akdow (Waitress in a restaurant in Trailerpark Town)

Michael "Mike" Melkboer (Milkman in the City)

Charly Doe (Government Worker in Trailerpark Town)

Quintus Imperium (Court Clerk in the City)

Lily Ordnung (Herbalist who lives alone in an isolated hut)

Janus Gates (Singer who lives in Trailerpark Town)

Constance Jacquemart ( The Phantom of the City)

“The Architect of the City” (Founder of the City)

"Father" Jerome Alabaster (City Council Member)

"Father" Urban Bacchus

“Father” Denarius Snooze

“Father” Bartholomew Ekzem

Tinker Cruso (City Council Member)

Rex Imperium (City Council Member)

Albert “Al” Clear / The Launderer (City Council Member)

Fil M. Helmer (City Council Member)

Age Aeon (City Council Member)

Reverend / Pastor Mitchell Canon (City Council Member)

Adam Ordnung (City Council Member)

Castor Montan

CATOS

Robert "Rec" Eiver

Engelbert Mohn (Scientist)

Friedrich Waldmann (Scientist)

Ignaz Gottlieb Färber (Scientist)

Ovid Crows (Oracle)

Rise of the Marauders

Marauders

Gene Corner (Leader)

Organizations

Broken Heart Cult / Cult of the Broken Heart

Marauders

Grey Mane Club

Followers of the Moon

Blood Moorn Order

Church of the Righteous Cross

Lupus Industries

Owens Minerals and Metal Works

Places

Trailer Park Town

The City

The “Peace”

Fauna Republic

Tigris Empire

Misc / For Later / Future stories

Chadli Spox

Claire du Rand

Sasha du Rand

Shade Merango

Bradley Bear

Lukas U. Naris

Dwight Cahoon

Franz (last name yet to be determined)

Thomas Lieberg / Gilgamesh (Broken Heart Cult)

Gotthard Lieberg

Queen Mafalda the III.

Mikhail Shukov

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Leonid Aksakov is getting hit on in a Buffalo Wild Wings

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Rey I read your tags and I would love to give you a face for, how Leonid might look like, but, unfortunately I can't because I haven't one ^^,,,

All I can offer is a bit of an description :-.) Leo's body was created by Peng, and, he had a few wishes, for example he wanted his body to be, taller than Nikolai's, as in, tall enough that it's distinguishable from Nikolai.

Similar to Nikolai, he is very thin, however, while Nikolai looks later, healthier, Leo remains rather, slim if I may say, although he too is living healthy.

While of course, their, faces look similar, there are differences, for example Leoni's face looks "longer" and his hair, which is shoulder long and white (due to his work he usually ties it to a ponytail) , unlike Nikolai he has more facial hair /growth of beard and his eye color definitely looks differently from Nikolai, although I haven't decided yet which one, my apologies ^^,,,

maybe like this? sorry if it’s not that great, it’s 11pm and I have a caffeine buzz that is starting to die out

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nikolai is streaming fortnite but then gets streamsniped by Leonid who immediately leaves the game afterwords. and post

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Greetings Rey ^^

My apologies for my rather late reply, I saw your drawing of Leonid or "Leo" as he later calls himself and I absolutely love it, honestly you have captured him so well, I really love the expression he has because that is exactly the way Leo usually looks like, having a slight grumpy or indifferent expression. There were some parts I have thought about him and I hope it is ok that I share them with you :-.)

After leaving, he went on a journey of self-discovery and what he wants to do with his life, coming to the conclusion that he does not want to, continue his 'mothers' legacy.

So Leo survived for a while on odd jobs he took while traveling around the world, however, given that he shares the memories of Nikolai, until the point they got separated, Leonid grew, homesick.

He knew that he made the promise to Nikolai to "get out of his sight" but, he really longed to see especially one place again, Alluvion city.

There he took the job council/community worker maintaining the city and its outskirts.

For now (as in the present) Nikolai and Leonid haven't encountered each other.

While Nikolai prefers to do mental labour/work, Leonid prefers to do manual work/labour.

Leonid likes to watch sports and probably has a favorite team, meanwhile Nikolai has absolutely no interests in sports ^^,,, I would like to speak out my gratitude and thanks again Rey, really, the drawing is wonderful, thank you so much :-.)

Yours sincerely

Bowler

Tbh that’s something me and Nikolai have in common

Btw don’t worry about the late reply! I’m glad you like it so much!

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The "interesting" thing is, while, Nikolai wouldn't take drugs (he is too worried and concerned about the side effects), Leonid meanwhile would have, less qualms taking them...I mean....he did...once, but prefers not to talk about it. (It ended with him straight ahead bicycling into a channel in Alluvion city.)

Leonid is in here now