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Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in valarlogs,

Svetlana hadn't made any decision one way or the other about writing Anatoly off. She had let him into her apartment though despite what she had dreamt of him doing, so that was... something. Subconscious, but something. It was complicated and confusing and honestly, there was enough going on that she didn't need to think too mud about the dreams. They already had her more paranoid, now Stahma was here. Which was just... great. Really great.

"In a way." How to explain what was going on, because really, Svetlana didn't know what to say as it wasn't her place to do so. "A cuchka derganaya from our past has shown up. Think Katya, but more focused and meticulous."

Yes, she did just call someone a crazy bitch in Russian, what of it? Admittedly it seemed she was sticking to English, as if it were a barrier as well. Even if she wasn't as comfortable in it, she was still guarding her heart. To speak Russian was too intimate, especially right now with what had been dreamt.

"Her family and mine have a sordid past.. Back to the Grandfather plot. She couldn't break Erik, so she went after Dmitri." Once she had failed getting Mikhail to pay any attention to her.

"Doesn't matter because now Erik's dead. Because of me. That Pizda na palochke."

And so entered Dmitri who really did look like he'd been to hell and back, his voice completely hollow, which he had from his spiral. And using a much more vulgar insult than Svetlana had, but he had his reasons. Sighing, the blond moved out of the kitchen, switching back to Russian.

"Dmitri, you should be resting. Please."

Not that he heard her, instead just going for vodka as Svetlana closed her eyes and took a breath before removing it from his grasp and setting a look on her brother. She needed Mikhail here. He could help. With it seeming that Dmitri relented that he wasn't getting anything other than water, he just nodded numbly at Anatoly before heading back to the room, leaving Svetlana to deal with the unannounced guest on her own.