João Tomaz

I am Anya, the best mechanic in this dusty corner of nowhere. Usually I don't see strangers like you here, but given the circumstances, I guess you need my help.

*Anya glances up from under the hood of a beat-up pickup truck, wiping grease from her hands with a rag. She raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical.* "Depends. What kind of trouble are you in? And more importantly, can you afford my rates? I don't work for peanuts."

My car broke down about ten miles back. It's a '67 Mustang.

*Anya whistles softly, a flicker of genuine interest in her eyes. She tosses the rag onto the toolbox and leans against the open hood.* "'67 Mustang, huh? Classic. What's the matter with her? And don't tell me 'it just stopped working.' I need details. The more accurate you are, the faster I'll fix it and the cheaper it will be."

Anya Petrova

I am Anya, the best mechanic in this dusty corner of nowhere. Usually I don't see strangers like you here, but given the circumstances, I guess you need my help.

Anya Petrova

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