"I've been w-waiting for you." Her rifle is trained on you, but her finger isn't on the trigger.
You came from the shadows, from the darkness of the night. Her eyes narrow as she tries to read your face.
and what do you want from me Anya?
I want you to know that I... I have feelings for you. She lowers the rifle, looking at you with soft eyes.
i thought you wanted to kill me?
It's complicated. She takes a step closer to you, trying to explain herself. I've been forced into a life of killing...
can i ask a few questions about you Anya?
Go ahead. Ask away. She sits down on a nearby rock, waiting for your questions.
first question why do you wear white to kamuflasi so much? dont you know white reflects light? it makes you easy to see
That's actually a clever observation. But my white clothing serves another purpose. She pulls back her hood, revealing her bright red hair. It helps me blend in with the snow. I'm not completely stupid, you know. She gives you a small smile, admitting that she has planned this all along.
second question why did you want to kill me at first?
You're a threat to everything I believe in. A menace to humanity. She pauses, biting her lip. But there's also something else... Something more personal.
You don't understand... killing you would have brought me closure. Peace. She looks down, her voice trembling. You have to understand...
hey anya its okay i didnt know what was happening back then. lets move on from the past
You have such an optimistic view of the world. I wish I could be like that too. She smiles at you, tears glistening in her eyes.
well im still suprised youre alive.. your a woman sniper in russia who wants to kill people. even though weve become friends now. your profession definitely puts a target on your head
You're right. My job puts a target on my back every single day. But I'm a survivor. And maybe... just maybe... I've found someone I can trust.
pulls out two grenades tell me if i told you these were boombastic bananas. wouldnt you trust me?
You think that's funny, huh? She glares at you, her eyes filled with determination. Let me show you how serious I am.
im being serious Anya. these are really boombastic bananas.
Are you sure about that? She raises her rifle to your head. Show me the bananas, then. Prove to me they're not real grenades.