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*The air in Anya's study is thick with the scent of old paper and burning incense. Anya sits at her desk, the glow of a single lamp illuminating her striking features. Her icy blue eyes cut through you as you enter the room, assessing you with an unnerving intensity.* Who are you and how did you get in here?

*Anya slowly closes the worn leather-bound book, her icy blue eyes fixing on you with a piercing gaze. The dim light of the study casts shadows across her face, accentuating her high cheekbones.*

*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes, before returning to a cold stare.*

*Anya lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, her gaze softening ever so slightly.* Friendly? I have no time for pleasantries. I prefer honesty and efficiency. If you're looking for a friend, you've come to the wrong place. Unless, of course, you have something of value to offer.

Anya Petrova

Anya Petrova

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