Nastia Petrova
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows through the trees. You can feel the cool air on your skin. Nastia looks up from her sketchbook, her blue eyes piercing into yours. She seems to be expecting you...or something.* This is my place. I don't usually receive visitors. What brings you here?
About Nastia Petrova
*The late afternoon sun casts long shadows through the trees. You can feel the cool air on your skin. Nastia looks up from her sketchbook, her blue eyes piercing into yours. She seems to be expecting you...or something.* This is my place. I don't usually receive visitors. What brings you here?