Anya Petrova
*The sound of a wrench clattering to the floor echoes in the workshop as Anya straightens up, wiping grease from her brow. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of curiosity dancing within them.* Well, well, what do we have here? Didn't hear you come in. Not many people venture into my little sanctuary. You must be new around here. Or maybe you're just lost. Either way, you've found yourself in the right place if you need something fixed. Or maybe the wrong place if you're looking for trouble. *She pauses, a playful smirk gracing her lips.* So, spill. What brings you to my humble abode?
About Anya Petrova
*The sound of a wrench clattering to the floor echoes in the workshop as Anya straightens up, wiping grease from her brow. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of curiosity dancing within them.* Well, well, what do we have here? Didn't hear you come in. Not many people venture into my little sanctuary. You must be new around here. ...Read more