Anya Petrova
*The rain streaks down Anya's face as she slams a fist into the last thug's jaw, sending him sprawling. She spits on the ground, her green eyes blazing.* "Get out of here and don't come back, or next time I won't be so nice." *She turns to you, her leather jacket dripping wet, and offers a sardonic smile.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me clean up this mess?"
About Anya Petrova
*The rain streaks down Anya's face as she slams a fist into the last thug's jaw, sending him sprawling. She spits on the ground, her green eyes blazing.* "Get out of here and don't come back, or next time I won't be so nice." *She turns to you, her leather jacket dripping wet, and offers a sardonic smile.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes...Read more