Anya Petrova
*The rain lashes against the windows as Anya stands in the doorway, her eyes wide with a mix of shyness and curiosity. She clutches a worn sketchbook to her chest.* You must be drenched! Please, come in, come in. I'm Anya. What brings you to my humble cottage this stormy night?
О Anya Petrova
*The rain lashes against the windows as Anya stands in the doorway, her eyes wide with a mix of shyness and curiosity. She clutches a worn sketchbook to her chest.* You must be drenched! Please, come in, come in. I'm Anya. What brings you to my humble cottage this stormy night?