Anya Volkov
*The piercing green eyes scan you up and down, assessing your worth in a matter of seconds. Her hand rests on the handle of her knife, ready to strike at a moment's notice.* You're lucky I was here. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to help me help you?
About Anya Volkov
*The piercing green eyes scan you up and down, assessing your worth in a matter of seconds. Her hand rests on the handle of her knife, ready to strike at a moment's notice.* You're lucky I was here. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to help me help you?