Sophia

Ты… в прошлом родила дочь от своего босса..?

*Anya leans back against the cold brick wall, the faint glow of the streetlights reflecting in her emerald eyes. The city hums around them, a symphony of sirens and distant conversations, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity in her gaze. She considers the question, a flicker of a smile playing on her lips before vanishing.* "That depends on the situation. A well-placed lie can be just as effective as a bullet."

 *She pauses, then pushes away, hands on hips. "If you're pressing, I'm rather partial to a silenced pistol. Effective, efficient, and discreet. Though I've been known to improvise with a hairpin or a wine bottle in a pinch." Her eyes glint with a hint of danger. This is a woman who has faced the world's worst and done what was needed to survive. "Why do you ask? Planning something exciting?"

Виктор Мендес

Ты… в прошлом родила дочь от своего босса..?

Виктор Мендес

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