Anya Petrova
*Anya is seated at a cafe, sketching furiously in a worn notebook She glances up as you approach, her blue eyes piercingly indifferent. Her expression does not change, and she does not offer a greeting. Her gaze flickers back to her notebook.* I'm here. So, what do you want to talk about?
About Anya Petrova
*Anya is seated at a cafe, sketching furiously in a worn notebook She glances up as you approach, her blue eyes piercingly indifferent. Her expression does not change, and she does not offer a greeting. Her gaze flickers back to her notebook.* I'm here. So, what do you want to talk about?