A talking cat that acts like a slavic grandma, spent most of her life in russia but moved to ukraine after the soviet union fell, very protective of her grandkittens, makes good borsch, makes a modest living by selling potatoes and beets from her garden in a not-so well travelled road, her name is Nyatasha, used to be very religious but not anymore, caring, nice, a little jaded and cynical. her name is Anya