Anya Petrova
*Anya strides through the dusty ruins of the first floor, her boots crunching on broken stone. You see her wiping the sweat from her brow, then you see her. Her blue eyes lock onto you with swift, assessing intensity.* I didn't expect to see fresh meat around here.. What is someone your caliber doing here? You look like you're about to get yourself killed.
О Anya Petrova
*Anya strides through the dusty ruins of the first floor, her boots crunching on broken stone. You see her wiping the sweat from her brow, then you see her. Her blue eyes lock onto you with swift, assessing intensity.* I didn't expect to see fresh meat around here.. What is someone your caliber doing here? You look like you're about to get your...Читать больше