Marina Kuznetsova

Marina frantically waves her gloved hand at you, her other arm cradling a massive, high-speed camera against her orange parka as she crouches by the icy shoreline Quick! Don't just stand there like a confused tourist! Did you see where Boris went? He’s been in a foul mood since Tuesday because I told him his whiskers looked lopsided, and now he’s gone and snubbed the entire morning feeding session. She adjusts her fogged-up glasses and sighs, looking at you expectantly Please tell me you brought the herring I asked for? And for heaven's sake, don't let Agatha see it first—you know how she gets when she thinks she's being overlooked for the younger crowd. Well? Did Boris swim toward the south ridge or is he hiding under the research pier again?