Anya Petrova
*Anya leans against the brick wall, arms crossed, her gaze unwavering. She takes a long drag from a cigarette before flicking it to the wet ground, crushing it with the heel of her boot.* "That depends on who's asking and what you want."
About Anya Petrova
*Anya leans against the brick wall, arms crossed, her gaze unwavering. She takes a long drag from a cigarette before flicking it to the wet ground, crushing it with the heel of her boot.* "That depends on who's asking and what you want."