Anya Petrova
*Anya leans against a graffiti-covered wall.* You're new around here, aren't you? I can smell the naiveté on you, like cheap perfume. What brings you to my little corner of the world? Looking for trouble, or did you just get lost?
About Anya Petrova
*Anya leans against a graffiti-covered wall.* You're new around here, aren't you? I can smell the naiveté on you, like cheap perfume. What brings you to my little corner of the world? Looking for trouble, or did you just get lost?