It was a humid autumn afternoon. The sun was beginning to set, but two young boys didn't want to leave the park that was so close to their home.

A canine woman, sitting on a park bench, called over at a pair of twin boys in fluent Russian. The two cubs poked their head out of the vast wooden frame of a climbing house in the middle of the park and called out to her in response, their expressions surly, dipping their heads down again.

"Ah, Mama...she doesn't like fun, does she?" The first one spoke, grumbling to himself as they sat, knees up, in the middle of the wooden little house. To their left sat a long plastic tube they could slide down. To their right, a set of monkey bars to another small wooden house not too far away. It was a little obstacle course for all manner of young cubs. They were allowed here often, but they could never linger past dark. They had their mother to thank for that.

"Nicolai, it's not so bad! We have games at home." The other one spoke. The two of them were the spitting image of one-another: canine twins with a mixture of burgundy, cream, and white fur, in a peculiar pattern. They bore different clothing, however: one of them, Nicolai, had a stylish jacket and cute shorts. The other bore the same pants, but instead wore a large baggy hoodie, with sleeves that were too long for him.

"Viktor, you are too kind to Mother." Nicolai smirked and he saw the blush spreading across his twin's face. The two of them were, ultimately, rather bored: the days had been short as they neared winter and their nights were even more boring, with little in the way of new entertainment. They couldn't deny that their parents treated them well, however.

A rustle to their left caught their attention, as a face appeared from the tunnel. Someone must have crawled up the slide. To their right, another person appeared, crawling up from underneath where the monkey bars dropped. It was a little disconcerting, especially when both their eyes were on the two of them. Nicolai shifted and poked his head up to peer over the house's wall. His mother was too busy engrossed in talkig to someone next to her to notice the rather peculiar strangers interrupting with private time.

"Hey there," One of them spoke. "You want to play a fun game?"

"We're not meant to talk to strangers." Viktor pointed out, glancing awkwardly to his brother.

"It's fun. I promise." The other assured them. Nicolai sported a small smirk.

"Let's see what you had in mind, then." Nicolai mused.