taking a walk, but keeping an eye out for either Russia.
froze where she stood around the corner. That silhouette was awfully familiar.
still oblivious to her presence and stops to admire a flower.
Whoever it was - not him not him of course not certainly not - stopped. Anya turned and headed the way she'd come, slowly .
finally snaps out of it and turns to look. When he spots her, he immediately gives chase.