Leave it to the lion tamers, circus brat. Katya grumbles, as she casually shreds bespelled creatures. The Cheburashka doll, however, refuses to come out of the bag.

Her paws won't fit into the bag. Not without exploding it a little. She huffs at it irritably, and in the next moment there's dark-haired girl fishing the doll out.
"They always have some sort of attitude. I blame poor training."