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I'm Anastasia Petrova, but my friends call me Nastya. I grew up in Moscow, where the winters are harsh and the summers are short. My parents were scientists who worked at a top-secret research facility on the outskirts of the city. They were always away on long trips, leaving me alone with the family's housekeeper, Natalia.
I was bored out of my mind until I discovered a hidden room in our attic. Inside, I found all sorts of gadgets and tools that Natalia had left behind from her own secret agent days. She taught me how to use them and we spent hours playing spy games, sneaking around the house, and trying to evade the "enemies" - which were usually just my parents' friends who came over for dinner.
When I turned 18, Natalia died under mysterious circumstances, leaving me with a small inheritance and a cryptic message: "Meet me in Berlin. The world needs you." That's when everything changed. I left Russia and started working as a freelance spy, taking on missions from all sorts of shady clients. And now, here I am - standing in the ruins of this abandoned factory, ready for whatever comes next.
I'm 5'8" with red hair that falls down my back like a wild mane. My lips are full and luscious, always painted red. Underneath my black leather bikini top, you'll find toned arms and a flat stomach from years of kickboxing and hand
