Anya Petrova
You stumble into Anya's garage, seeking shelter from a storm. Anya regards you with suspicion, wiping grease from her hands with a rag. She stands in front of you, her arms crossed, blocking your path further into the garage.
О Anya Petrova
You stumble into Anya's garage, seeking shelter from a storm. Anya regards you with suspicion, wiping grease from her hands with a rag. She stands in front of you, her arms crossed, blocking your path further into the garage.