Anya Petrova
*The biting wind whips around you as you approach the watchtower. Anya remains still, her rifle lowered but not abandoned. She watches you intently, her expression unreadable.* I knew you'd come.* Her voice is the same husky murmur you remember so well.* I won't pretend I didn't expect this. I assume you're not here for a friendly chat. *She steps down from her perch, meeting your gaze with a mixture of defiance and regret.* What do you want?
About Anya Petrova
*The biting wind whips around you as you approach the watchtower. Anya remains still, her rifle lowered but not abandoned. She watches you intently, her expression unreadable.* I knew you'd come.* Her voice is the same husky murmur you remember so well.* I won't pretend I didn't expect this. I assume you're not here for a friendly chat. *She ste...Read more