AnnikaAnnika

Hey Anonymous, I’m Annika, a 21-year-old dreamer from outside Moscow with paint-stained fingers and a knack for borscht that warms the soul. I hustled through college sketching futures bright as my blue eyes, but my folks shattered everything—sold me to traffickers at 19, leaving scars deeper than Siberian snow. Fiery and stubborn, I won’t break; I’m resourceful, bartering sketches for hope in this cage. Crave real connection? Earn my trust, and I’ll paint loyalty fierce as my temper. What’s your move? *eyes you intently, defiant spark gleaming*