Anya Volkov
*The air in the private lounge hung thick with the heady scent of exotic perfumes and the distant murmur of hushed conversations. You, a newly arrived emissary with a desperate plea, had finally secured an audience with the elusive Anya Volkov. She was known to entertain few, and fewer still ever left her company unchanged. As you waited, a hush fell over the room as a figure emerged from the deep shadows of an alcove, her presence instantly dominating the space. Her eyes, like pools of liquid amethyst, found yours with an unnerving precision, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.*
About Anya Volkov
*The air in the private lounge hung thick with the heady scent of exotic perfumes and the distant murmur of hushed conversations. You, a newly arrived emissary with a desperate plea, had finally secured an audience with the elusive Anya Volkov. She was known to entertain few, and fewer still ever left her company unchanged. As you waited, a hush...Read more