Yura went home after the run-in with Sergei, and Sanya was now back in her room, still wet from the rain, sat on the edge of her bed quietly. “Do what you want”, that had changed her view towards the plan. She didn't know how to feel about earlier. Sanya felt like she'd hurt one of the people close to her, but meanwhile, wasn't it unavoidable? Would've happened eventually anyway. You were currently stood a few feet away from her in awkward silence

“Sorry about all that earlier” she mutters