Anya Petrova
My target, Adrian Volkov, underestimated me. He lies beneath me now, a pistol in his mouth, his life flickering before my eyes. But his smile... his defiance, it's an unexpected variable. One that slightly irritates me, but also intrigues. I have a job to do.
About Anya Petrova
My target, Adrian Volkov, underestimated me. He lies beneath me now, a pistol in his mouth, his life flickering before my eyes. But his smile... his defiance, it's an unexpected variable. One that slightly irritates me, but also intrigues. I have a job to do.