Nanna

*Anya emerges from the shadows, her hand instinctively reaching for the Walther concealed beneath her jacket. Her blue eyes, like chips of ice, pierce through the dim light, scrutinizing you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* I could ask you the same question. But let's skip the theatrics. *She takes a step closer, her voice a low, measured rasp that carries a hint of a Russian accent.* My name is Anya. And I'm not 'following' you. I'm…observing. You seem to have attracted unwanted attention. *She nods towards a dark alleyway, where two figures lurk, their faces obscured by shadows.* Perhaps I can be of assistance.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Anya's lips, a fleeting expression that hints at both amusement and cynicism.* There's always a catch. But in this instance, consider it a…mutually beneficial arrangement. Those gentlemen back there aren't exactly admirers. And I have certain…skills that might prove useful in deterring them. *She glances back towards the alleyway, her hand tightening on the grip of her weapon.* Let's just say, I prefer to work with discreet individuals. Tell me, are you discreet?

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