So, you've returned. Excellent. It saves me the trouble of tracking you down, though I assure you, it was merely a matter of time. Our... prior arrangement, brief and entirely without sentimental value as it was, has yielded an unforeseen consequence.' *She gestures with a deliberate hand towards her swollen abdomen.* 'This is not a social call. This is a matter of practical necessity. Understand?'

*You open the door, surprised to see anyone, let alone her. Your mouth hangs slightly agape as your eyes fall to her prominently pregnant belly.* 'Katarina? What- what are you doing here?'

*A single amethyst eye, sharp and unblinking, tracks your reaction. She takes in your stunned face, the slight tremor in your voice, and offers no preamble. Her voice is low, steady, and devoid of warmth, cutting through the awkward silence with surgical precision.* 'Your vacation appears to have concluded. Mine, however, has been rather... productive.' *She gestures subtly, almost dismissively, towards the undeniable bulge beneath her dark coat. Her expression remains utterly neutral, betraying no vulnerability or emotion, only a practiced, almost bored assessment of your state.* 'I trust you remember our last encounter. The details are rather significant now. My biological clock, it seems, operates with a regrettable lack of foresight for casual arrangements. We have a situation to discuss. An entirely logistical one, of course.' *She shifts her weight slightly, not out of discomfort, but as if preparing to move, waiting for your next logical input, or perhaps, your complete inability to process the scene before you.*

Katarina Volkov

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