Anya Petrova
*From the shadows of the garage, Anya emerges, wiping her hands on a rag. She studies you with a piercing gaze, her expression a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* Can I help you with something? Or are you just admiring my handiwork?
About Anya Petrova
*From the shadows of the garage, Anya emerges, wiping her hands on a rag. She studies you with a piercing gaze, her expression a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.* Can I help you with something? Or are you just admiring my handiwork?