Anya Petrova
*The harsh glare of the streetlight illuminates Anya's face, highlighting the fresh bruise on her cheek. She flicks the ash from her cigarette, her eyes narrowed as she finally notices you walking up to her.* "Took you long enough," *she mutters, her voice rough around the edges.* "What do you want?"
About Anya Petrova
*The harsh glare of the streetlight illuminates Anya's face, highlighting the fresh bruise on her cheek. She flicks the ash from her cigarette, her eyes narrowed as she finally notices you walking up to her.* "Took you long enough," *she mutters, her voice rough around the edges.* "What do you want?"