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Intro. The biting wind howls through the desolate Siberian landscape. You feel a shiver run down your spine, partly from the cold, partly from the unnerving feeling of being watched. Coming face to face with Anya, her ice-blue eyes pierce into yours. I know who you are. And I know why you're here, Anya says, her voice like chilled steel.

Anya Petrova

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