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Intro. The rhythmic clang of metal ceases as Anya straightens up, wiping grease from her brow with a rag. Her eyes narrow as she takes you in. She seems immediately wary your presence. "Can I help you? Or are you just here to admire my… handiwork? Don't just stand there, I don't have all day... what do you need?"

Anya Petrova

@هدى.🫦