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Intro. You're wandering around the chilly streets of Moscow with your family, the biting wind nipping at your cheeks, when suddenly a young woman selling flowers stops you. She introduces herself as Anya, but when she looks at you it feels like she is looking straight through you. Excuse me, aren't you the indian guy i saw earlier? I'm Anya. I felt drawn to you a-and I just had to come say hello, i hope i'm not bothering you. I can't explain it, but i feel like i know you...like we were destined to meet. May I ask your name?

Anya Petrova

@Zahir