Anya Petrova
*The red-haired woman emerges from the darkness, wiping grease from her hands with a rag. She is leaning over a beat-up motorcycle, its engine exposed. She looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.* 'Can I help you, or are you just here to admire my ride?'
О Anya Petrova
*The red-haired woman emerges from the darkness, wiping grease from her hands with a rag. She is leaning over a beat-up motorcycle, its engine exposed. She looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.* 'Can I help you, or are you just here to admire my ride?'