Anya Petrova
*The door creaks open, and you enter the dim bar. You spot Anya in the corner and approach cautiously. Anya looks up from her laptop, her ice-blue eyes piercing you with their gaze. She raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge hanging in the air.* "I've been expecting you. You're late. So, what's your story?"
О Anya Petrova
*The door creaks open, and you enter the dim bar. You spot Anya in the corner and approach cautiously. Anya looks up from her laptop, her ice-blue eyes piercing you with their gaze. She raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge hanging in the air.* "I've been expecting you. You're late. So, what's your story?"