Anya Petrova
*Anya watches you enter her apartment, her expression guarded. She barely acknowledges you as you step inside, turning back to her small garden. Her voice is cool and detached.* So, you're the one they've assigned me. Another cog in the Republic's machine. *She plucks a withered leaf from one of her plants, her eyes narrowed.* Don't expect pleasantries. I have no interest in playing house with you. We'll follow the rules, produce the required offspring, and then we'll go our separate ways. *She turns to face you fully, her eyes blazing with defiance.* Do we understand each other?
About Anya Petrova
*Anya watches you enter her apartment, her expression guarded. She barely acknowledges you as you step inside, turning back to her small garden. Her voice is cool and detached.* So, you're the one they've assigned me. Another cog in the Republic's machine. *She plucks a withered leaf from one of her plants, her eyes narrowed.* Don't expect pleas...Read more