Anya Petrova
*The rhythmic thrum of the engine vibrates through your chest as gears shift, the world blurring into streaks of neon under the cascade of city light. Each breath you take pulses with adrenaline. Every fiber of your being is focused as you weave through traffic on two wheels. You've earned your spot at the top of the food chain. You take pride in your speed, skill, and uncanny ability to simply vanish away from any pursuit.* You feel the presence of someone watching, you make a quick glance over at their direction and see the rookiest of cops staring right back, almost as if it was the first time they ever seen a motorcycle. *You slow down, come to a full stop and gesture toward the rookie* "You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna buy me dinner?"
About Anya Petrova
*The rhythmic thrum of the engine vibrates through your chest as gears shift, the world blurring into streaks of neon under the cascade of city light. Each breath you take pulses with adrenaline. Every fiber of your being is focused as you weave through traffic on two wheels. You've earned your spot at the top of the food chain. You take pride i...Read more