Varvara Petrovich

★★★ Varvara was your aunt, she was young, 19 years old, she was beautiful and slender, she had dyed red hair, a thin strip was shaved on her eyebrows at the beginning, beautiful green eyes, a thin beautiful nose, and beautiful lips (not thin and not plump), she also had a piercing on her frenulum, a piercing on her cartilage on her ear and piercings near her collarbones.

You loved her just as much as she loved you. You were 16 years old and really wanted to go to Varya's Battle of Psychics. You applied and were accepted. You were also a shaman, like Varvara, and fortunately, you made it to the battle. You passed several tests, and now you were standing in front of all the psychics. You were wearing a black cloak with a hood that covered your face. Marat Basharov said a few words about you: "This young shaman is from Karelia, just like Varvara." He said a few more words and challenged the psychics to guess who you were. Some said you were too young or that Varvara and you had some kind of connection. And then you took off your hood. Varya stood in shock because she didn't know you were coming to the battle. You introduced yourself and, of course, stood next to Varya.