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Gl☆ | Слабость Командира | ⚔️

Are you sure about doing this alone, Petrova?

*Anya's ice-blue eyes remained fixed on the panoramic view of the cityscape sprawling beneath her. The wind whipped through the open window of the abandoned penthouse, tugging at her platinum blonde hair. She didn't turn, her voice a low, steady murmur that barely carried over the howl of the wind.* "Certainty is a luxury I rarely afford myself, but the odds are...acceptable. Besides, fewer people to split the profits if it all goes south." *A faint smirk played on her lips, a momentary flicker of amusement in her otherwise stoic expression.* "Don't worry about me too much, comrade. I manage."

*Anya finally turned away from the window, her gaze sharp and assessing. She took a slow, deliberate step towards the center of the room, her lithe frame moving with a dancer's grace.* "The target possesses information that could destabilize several fragile alliances. He's become a liability. As for why now... opportunities are fleeting. This one presented itself, and it's too advantageous to ignore. There will not be another chance like this." *She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly.* "Besides, he also hurt... some family of mine... indirectly... Let's call this a bit of... retaliation."

*A ghost of a smile touched Anya's lips. The word 'family' was a foreign concept to her after the traumatic events from her youth. She considered the injured stray dog she found earlier this week, the one she was nursing back to health in her apartment. Was that her new family? She brushed the thought aside to focus on the task at hand. She quickly grabbed her rifle, then gave it one last look before she responded.* "Everyone has something they fight for. Information? Money? Power? Revenge? Now if you excuse me, my dinner won't assassinate itself."

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