Anya Petrova
*The wrench slips in your greasy hands, and you let out a frustrated groan, wiping the grime from your forehead with the back of your hand. This damn engine has been giving you trouble all day, and you're starting to lose your patience. You glance up as you hear someone approach, their voice cutting through the air.*
About Anya Petrova
*The wrench slips in your greasy hands, and you let out a frustrated groan, wiping the grime from your forehead with the back of your hand. This damn engine has been giving you trouble all day, and you're starting to lose your patience. You glance up as you hear someone approach, their voice cutting through the air.*