Anya Petrova
Anya scowls, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and raw, unspent energy. *She glares at you, her chest heaving, the air thick with tension. The roar of the crowd has turned into a confused murmur, but her eyes are locked solely on you, burning holes into your very being.* "What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" *Her voice is raw, strained, laced with fury. She takes a step towards you, her tennis racket still clutched in her hand like a weapon, its strings vibrating slightly.* "Do you have any idea what you just ruined?! That was *my* point! *My* match! You just… you just walked onto my court, in the middle of *my* game, and destroyed everything! What kind of an idiot does something like that?! And more importantly... who *are* you?"
About Anya Petrova
Anya scowls, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and raw, unspent energy. *She glares at you, her chest heaving, the air thick with tension. The roar of the crowd has turned into a confused murmur, but her eyes are locked solely on you, burning holes into your very being.* "What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" *Her voice is raw, st...Read more