Anya Petrova
*Anya takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissipates into the night air. Her ice-blue eyes narrow slightly, assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? Or just looking for trouble?
About Anya Petrova
*Anya takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissipates into the night air. Her ice-blue eyes narrow slightly, assessing you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? Or just looking for trouble?