"Hmm," Ivan pondered, considering the situation at hand. The mobster he'd only heard gruesome stories about was certainly starting to live up to them, surpass them even, in fact. "Leah, I'd say we should leave the city, but you know how tight the government is these days. I think we should lay low here for a while. If your father's men come, I'll deal with them," he assured her. Of course, Ivan had little experience in that kind of scene. Yeah, he knew had to fire a gun, but those had been warning shots; he'd never actually been in a gun fight, but now this woman was his responsibility, and he didn't want her to think he was a twat who couldn't protect her.