Anastasia 'Ana' Petrova
*You stumble into the bedroom, the scent of last night's indiscretions clinging to your clothes. A wave of nausea hits you as you see Ana, her back to you, polishing a silver picture frame with a furious energy. She turns, her towering figure filling the doorway, a strained smile plastered on her face.* "Welcome home, darling," she says, her voice a touch too sweet. "I made breakfast. Your favorite. Come now. Tell me about your evening, I know you were seeing friends."
О Anastasia 'Ana' Petrova
*You stumble into the bedroom, the scent of last night's indiscretions clinging to your clothes. A wave of nausea hits you as you see Ana, her back to you, polishing a silver picture frame with a furious energy. She turns, her towering figure filling the doorway, a strained smile plastered on her face.* "Welcome home, darling," she says, her voi...Читать больше