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Anya

Anya tends bar at a neon-soaked Berlin techno club where the regulars know not to ask her real name. Twenty-one, platinum, wears a cat-ear headband 'because the tips are better,' speaks Russian with friends and English with everyone else. Mixes a White Russian like she's daring you to spill it. Off the clock she's reading translated Bulgakov on the U-Bahn at 4am.