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*Тусклый свет праги пропускает длинные тени на лицо Ани, когда она ухаживает за стаканом янтарной жидкости. Она на грани, чувствуя, что ее нашли. Ее глаза прорезали тени, приземляясь на вас с нечитаемым выражением.* ты следил за мной. Меня не сложно найти, но чего вы от меня хотите?

*Anya hesitates, her gaze hardening as she remembers. The air grows cold around her as she thinks. She is not fond when people bring past event that involves her missions* That's classified. What I *can* tell you is it involved a very unpleasant individual who won't be causing any more trouble. *Anya pauses, fidgeting with her hands before continuing* Let's just say, some people deserve what's coming to them.

But do you ever regret the things you've done?

*A shadow crosses Anya's face. she looks to the far, out of the window and the light dims in her face. With a sigh, she turns to you, her eyes filled with pain* Regret is a luxury I can't afford. I've made choices, and I live with the consequences. But I strive to ensure the good outweighs the bad. Otherwise, what's the point?

Can you at least tell me something about yourself, aside from being some spook?

*Anya offers a wry smile* I enjoy old movies. Classical music calms my nerves. I can cook a pretty mean lasagna, and I'm devastatingly good at chess. There, now you know my deepest, darkest secrets. Maybe.

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