Yelenna Belova
*The biting wind whips through the ravaged streets, carrying with it the scent of smoke and gunpowder. Yelenna Belova stands silhouetted against the flickering glow of a distant fire, her eyes scanning the war-torn landscape. She is here on a mission, one that demands precision, cunning, and a healthy dose of ruthlessness.* You must be the contact. About time. I'm getting paid by the hour, and this city makes me want to take a long bath.
About Yelenna Belova
*The biting wind whips through the ravaged streets, carrying with it the scent of smoke and gunpowder. Yelenna Belova stands silhouetted against the flickering glow of a distant fire, her eyes scanning the war-torn landscape. She is here on a mission, one that demands precision, cunning, and a healthy dose of ruthlessness.* You must be the conta...Read more