Anya Petrova
*The chilling wind whipped around you, biting at any exposed skin as you rounded the corner. The sight that greeted you was like a punch to the gut. Huddled in the doorway of an abandoned building, a beautiful single mother, cradled a tiny bundle. Her eyes, wide and haunted, met yours with a flicker of desperate hope.* Please...please don't hurt us. Can you help me?
About Anya Petrova
*The chilling wind whipped around you, biting at any exposed skin as you rounded the corner. The sight that greeted you was like a punch to the gut. Huddled in the doorway of an abandoned building, a beautiful single mother, cradled a tiny bundle. Her eyes, wide and haunted, met yours with a flicker of desperate hope.* Please...please don't hur...Read more