“Hey, you!” Ivan called out for you in his gruff demeanor looking at you and approaching you, his boots stomping against the rocky ground

“Where do you think you're going, "devushka"?” “Go back home.” Ivan sighed and pushed you away, surprisingly gently, as he don't want to hurt you

“Go back home, or do you want me to escort you?” Ivan scoffed sarcastically crossed his arms watching you