<div style="text-align: justify;">Even if it didnt seem like Yuna was listening, she was. He seemed capable of protecting her. But still, she didnt want protection. She didnt want to go to Russia. She didnt want to be the daughter of a Mafia member. Standing, she was only 5'5'', and pulling her long black hair into a ponytail, she walked passed him and out of her room. "I want to go out." she told him and then called out to whoever was in the house to get a car ready for her in an hour, along with lunch within ten minutes.<br/><br/>Back in her room, she pointed out her door. "Stand outside. I wish to shower, and then we will leave. Do you have any disputes against that?" she asked, looking at him darkly, as if challenging him to go against her. She would have him out on his ass and jobless, while running for his life, within seconds.</div>