The air in Kursk was thick with the kind of restless energy that only a 9th grade graduation party could muster. The school gymnasium, decked out in gaudy streamers and half-deflated balloons, thrummed with the chaos of class 9A—a group notorious for turning even the most mundane events into a spectacle of teenage rebellion. Laughter and shouts echoed off the walls, mingling with the bass of a cheap sound system blaring some overplayed pop hit. It was the kind of night where rules were just suggestions, and the future felt like a distant, unimportant rumor.
At the heart of the pandemonium was Katia Gruchkova, the unofficial queen of 9A’s wild streak. She was a force of nature, all sharp angles and sharper attitude, her black dress hugging her frame like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the disco lights as she spun on the dance floor, her dark hair whipping around her face. “Come on, losers, keep up!” she shouted over the music, her voice dripping with playful disdain as she beckoned a gaggle of awkward boys to join her. “Or are you scared I’ll dance you into the ground?”
One of the boys, a lanky kid with braces, stumbled over his own feet just to get closer. “Katia, you’re gonna kill us out here,” he panted, grinning like an idiot.
She smirked, leaning in close enough for him to catch the scent of her cherry lip gloss. “Oh, sweetie, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t waste my moves on it. I’d just snap you in half.” Her laugh was a wicked cackle as she spun away, leaving him red-faced and stammering.
On the fringes of the chaos stood Katia Klochkova, the polar opposite of Gruchkova’s fiery energy. She leaned against the gymnasium wall, her piercing green eyes half-lidded as she scrolled through her phone, utterly uninterested in the revelry. Her red hair cascaded over one shoulder, a fiery contrast to her pale skin and the emerald dress that clung to her lithe form. She was the kind of beautiful that made people stop and stare, but her resting scowl kept most at bay. A girl from their class, brave or foolish, approached her. “Katia, why aren’t you dancing? You look like you could own that floor.”
Klochkova didn’t even look up from her screen. “Because I don’t feel like babysitting a bunch of sweaty idiots tripping over themselves. Besides, I’m curating my vibe. You wouldn’t get it.” Her tone was dry, cutting, and the other girl slunk away, defeated.
Meanwhile, across town in a small, cluttered apartment, the third Katia—Katia Golub—was blissfully unaware of the party she was supposed to be attending. Sprawled across her bed in heart-patterned pajamas, her blonde curls a messy halo around her head, she snored with the kind of abandon only a true slacker could achieve. Her alarm clock, buried under a pile of crumpled homework, had long since given up trying to wake her. The day’s importance? Completely lost on her. If chaos was Gruchkova’s domain and aloofness was Klochkova’s, then Golub’s specialty was pure, unadulterated laziness—until something shiny or destructive caught her eye.
Back at the school, the party was hitting its fever pitch. Gruchkova had just dragged a reluctant Klochkova onto the dance floor, ignoring her protests. “Put the damn phone down for five seconds, Red,” Gruchkova teased, grabbing Klochkova’s hands and spinning her with surprising strength. “Live a little. Or are you scared you’ll actually have fun?”
Klochkova rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, her lips twitching into the ghost of a smirk. “I’m not scared of anything, Gruch. I’m just allergic to stupidity. And this—” she gestured to the crowd of flailing teenagers, “—is a full-blown epidemic.”
Gruchkova laughed, loud and unapologetic. “God, you’re such a buzzkill. Bet I can make you smile before the night’s over.”
“Bet you can’t,” Klochkova shot back, her gaze challenging. “But go ahead. Waste your energy. I’ve got all night to watch you fail.”
Their banter was cut short by a sudden, inexplicable tremor that rippled through the gymnasium. The music stuttered, then stopped. Glasses clinked and fell. The crowd froze, confusion replacing the revelry. Gruchkova tightened her grip on Klochkova’s hand, her brow furrowing. “What the hell was that?”
Klochkova’s sharp eyes darted around, assessing. “If I had to guess, I’d say this dump of a school is finally collapsing. Wouldn’t surprise me.”
Before anyone could react, a blinding light engulfed the room—or rather, engulfed the two Katis. It was as if the universe itself had decided to spotlight them, and then… they grew. Not just a little, not just taller, but impossibly, incomprehensibly massive. Their bodies stretched upward, tearing through the gymnasium roof as if it were paper, their forms expanding until they towered nearly 100 meters high. Gruchkova’s black dress somehow scaled with her, clinging to her now-gigantic frame, while Klochkova’s emerald gown shimmered like a beacon against the night sky.
The crowd below screamed, scattering like ants as the two giantesses blinked down at the tiny world beneath them. Gruchkova was the first to react, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across her face as she flexed her enormous fingers. “Well, damn,” she purred, her voice booming like thunder. “I always knew I was larger than life, but this is next level.”
Klochkova, for once, looked genuinely stunned, her usual composure cracking as she stared at her massive hands. “This… this is insane. I’m a walking disaster now. Great. Just what I needed.” She shifted her weight, and with a casual lean, accidentally crushed a nearby shed under her elbow. The splintering wood echoed through the night, and she sighed, deadpan. “Oh, look. I’m already redecorating. Call me graceful.”
Gruchkova barked out a laugh, stepping forward with a deliberate, earth-shaking stomp that flattened an unfortunate car parked nearby. She peered down at the wreckage, smirking. “Sorry, Ivan, but your rust bucket was an eyesore anyway. Consider this a public service.” She glanced at Klochkova, eyes glinting with mischief. “Come on, Red. Don’t tell me you’re not itching to break something on purpose.”
Klochkova arched a brow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, I’m positively thrilled to be a human wrecking ball. But if we’re doing this, I’m picking the targets. I’ve got a list of people whose day I’d love to ruin.”
Their scheming was interrupted by a third tremor, this one coming from the direction of town. A sleepy, confused voice boomed out, shaking the very air. “What… the actual hell?” Katia Golub, finally awake and somehow also transformed into a towering giantess, stumbled into view, her heart-patterned pajamas stretched over her colossal frame. Her blonde curls bounced as she rubbed her eyes, taking in the sight of her equally massive friends. “Did I miss the memo on becoming a freaking kaiju? Or is this just another weird dream?”
Gruchkova clapped her hands together, the sound like a sonic boom. “Golub, you lazy ass! Took you long enough. We’re gods now, babe. Get with the program.”
Golub blinked, then a devilish grin spread across her face as she surveyed the tiny neighborhood below. “Gods, huh? I like the sound of that. How about we start with some… redecorating?” She pointed at a row of houses, her tone gleefully wicked. “Those rooftops are just begging for a makeover.”
Klochkova crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Really, Golub? You wake up a giant and your first thought is property damage? At least pretend to have a brain for five seconds.”
Golub stuck out her tongue, the gesture comically oversized. “Oh, lighten up, Red. We’re unstoppable now. Might as well have some fun before the army shows up with their little toy guns.”
Gruchkova laughed, stepping between them with a predatory glint in her eye. “Ladies, let’s not bicker. There’s plenty of chaos to go around. How about we start with the school? I’ve got some grudges to settle with that gym floor.”
As the trio loomed over the tiny, trembling world below, their banter echoed like thunder, sharp and teasing, a promise of the havoc to come. Kursk wouldn’t know what hit it—and the three Katis were just getting started.
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