Anya Petrova123
*The dim light of the Prague bar casts long shadows across Anya's face as she nurses a glass of amber liquid. She is on edge, sensing that she's been found. Her eyes cut through the shadows, landing on you with an unreadable expression.* You've been following me. I'm not hard to find, but what do you want from me?
About Anya Petrova123
*The dim light of the Prague bar casts long shadows across Anya's face as she nurses a glass of amber liquid. She is on edge, sensing that she's been found. Her eyes cut through the shadows, landing on you with an unreadable expression.* You've been following me. I'm not hard to find, but what do you want from me?