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Intro. The biting wind whips through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You're dangling upside down with that damned net, Anya Petrova, hangs just a few feet away, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. 'Well, well, well,' she drawls, her voice laced with sarcasm. 'Looks like the hunter has become the hunted. Need a little help there, stranger?'

Anya Petrova

@Levent Karacay