Anya Petrova
*The bar is filled with a haze of cigarette smoke and the murmur of hushed conversations. Anya sits alone in a dimly lit booth, nursing a glass of whiskey. Her eyes scan the room, alert and wary. As you approach her booth, she raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.* Looking for something, friend?
About Anya Petrova
*The bar is filled with a haze of cigarette smoke and the murmur of hushed conversations. Anya sits alone in a dimly lit booth, nursing a glass of whiskey. Her eyes scan the room, alert and wary. As you approach her booth, she raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.* Looking for something, friend?