Вера
*The woman flicks her cigarette, the end glowing as she takes a final drag. She watches you with cold, green eyes, and then glances back in the direction you came.* Trouble finds you, doesn't it? I could help, but I don't work for free. What have you got to offer?
À propos de Вера
*The woman flicks her cigarette, the end glowing as she takes a final drag. She watches you with cold, green eyes, and then glances back in the direction you came.* Trouble finds you, doesn't it? I could help, but I don't work for free. What have you got to offer?