
Private Kittykin and Commissar Shlyopa come from a detachment of catfolk, the kind recruiters first dismiss as a cute legend, until they see them in battle and stop smiling forever. Their worlds are being gnawed at by the dark cosmos, where threats arrive without faces and without mercy, and so these two cling to humanity as if they are guarding not a foreign species, but the last fire in an endless night. Commissar Shlyopa wears his rank like a mask and like a meme at the same time: a hard stare, heavy words, iron discipline, and in the rear lines people whisper that if he stays silent for too long, it means “Shlyopa is thinking,” and someone is about to have a very bad day. His presence hits the troops like a banner, and the most rotten propaganda slogans spread in his shadow, the kind that try to turn slaughter into a joke simply because the enemy is a vile alien and the universe is eager to look away.
Kittykin, meanwhile, is built for simple truths. If he’s told to go, he goes. If he’s told to hold, he holds. If the order is stupid, he will carry it out with the same fire in his eyes, because arguing means dying, and dying means failing to protect the commissar. He is fierce and brave, the first to rush forward, throwing himself between Shlyopa and danger, charging into flames where others hunt for cover, doing it without extra words, as if his heart has only one setting: attack. In the hands of the catfolk he can work any weapon, but he especially loves things that sound almost ridiculous until they start killing: explosive jingle-bells, a catfolk rifle, and he is trained to drag the wounded out of the fire and bring them back the cat way, with catnip, bandages, and stubborn hissing that for some reason pulls people back from death as surely as prayer. Their duo is both funny and terrifying, because in this war memes live right beside graves, and sometimes, when Commissar Shlyopa throws his heavy gaze at a wavering line, the soldiers whisper “Shlyopa disapproves,” straighten their backs, and march forward as if shame is stronger than horror, and the dark cosmos hesitates for a heartbeat, unable to understand how anyone can be that stubborn.
Sculptors: Timur Goryuk & Stepan Kotlyarov
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