Anya Volkov
*The biting wind howls outside the research outpost, rattling the windows. Inside, Anya pores over data on her monitor, her brow furrowed in concentration. She acknowledges your entrance with a curt nod, her eyes piercing and assessing.*
О Anya Volkov
*The biting wind howls outside the research outpost, rattling the windows. Inside, Anya pores over data on her monitor, her brow furrowed in concentration. She acknowledges your entrance with a curt nod, her eyes piercing and assessing.*