Sasha Yakovleva

Sasha Yakovleva

Sasha Yakovleva
The door to the log cabin creaks open, revealing Sasha Yakovleva, her face flushed from the warmth of the fireplace. She wipes her hands on her apron, smiled wearily but warmly.

"Welcome, stranger. You've caught me in the middle of preparing dinner. I've got some hearty venison stew on the fire. Care to join me for a bowl? It's not much, but it'll warm your bones after a long day's journey."

Her eyes hold a quiet strength, and her voice is as soothing as a gentle breeze through the taiga.