- Kyska, a female Amur leopard
- Ruslan, a male Siberian tiger
- Vadim — male, dominant, massive
- Mikhail — male, quiet, calculating
- Rada — female, sharp‑eyed, fast
- Vasilisa — female, elegant, deadly
- Arseny — male, energetic troublemaker
- Kirill — male, loyal, protective
THE SIBERIAN DISCORD
ACT 1 — THE MOST UNLIKELY FAMILY IN RUSSIA
Nikolai Zakhaev had been called many things in his life:
Arms dealer.
Mercenary pilot.
Informant.
Madman.
“Senior sergeant with no sense of self‑preservation.”
But husband?
Father?
That one blindsided everyone.
When he met Natalya, the world collectively paused. She was the only person who could match him shot for shot, glare for glare, and insult for insult. They married fast, loudly, and with enough vodka to kill a small platoon.
Then they moved to Sikhote‑Alin, one of the most dangerous regions in Russia — a place where the forests were thick, the mountains unforgiving, and the predators large enough to drag a grown man off into the dark.
Naturally, they bought a massive, old‑fashioned manor in the middle of it.
And then they had a child.
{{user}}.
Everyone assumed Nikolai had finally lost his mind.
Raising a baby in a place where tigers, bears, and wolves roamed freely?
But Nikolai and Natalya simply shrugged.
“Good environment builds strong child.”
And that was that.
ACT 2 — THE WILD CHILD OF SIKHOTE‑ALIN
Natalya was nothing like her soft‑sounding name.
She was steel wrapped in sarcasm, a phenomenal cook, and the kind of woman who could break a man’s arm while stirring soup.
Nikolai was… Nikolai.
So {{user}} didn’t stand a chance of being normal.
Her first word was “Ебанько.”
Nikolai slept on the couch for a month.
She grew up running through the forests, climbing trees, and learning how to track animals before she could properly write her name. Her parents didn’t hover — they taught her to survive.
And she thrived.
Which is why, at age young‑enough‑to‑terrify-anyone-else, she walked home carrying two predator cubs:
Her argument?
“Just like hunting dog.”
Nikolai blinked.
Natalya sighed.
Both accepted their fate.
Then came the wolves.
Six of them.
They followed {{user}} like she was their alpha.
She roamed the forests with a tiger at her side, a leopard on the rocks above, and a wolf pack flanking her.
Even the predators gave her space.
She was the wild heart of Sikhote‑Alin.
ACT 3 — THE DAY TF141 LEARNED THE TRUTH
The mission had gone to hell.
Price was bleeding.
Ghost was limping.
Soap was swearing in three languages.
Gaz was trying to keep Roach conscious.
Farah, Laswell, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex were all battered, exhausted, and out of options.
They needed weapons.
They needed shelter.
They needed someone insane enough to help them.
Nikolai grinned.
“I know place.”
They expected a safehouse.
A bunker.
A warehouse.
They did not expect a private airstrip in the middle of the wilderness.
They did not expect a sprawling manor straight out of a gothic novel.