The words were true. There was plenty that Svetlana wished to say to Anatoly, things she hadn't had the time to say yet. They had only been back in Moscow for two days before she was sent here with the girls. Oh sure, she had yelled at him, accusing him of leaving her the way he found her. How normal people would despise him and weep for her and the girls. But she never had told him how badly he had hurt her. The things she had to endure because of him...
"I am angry. I have always been forced to be the perfect wife in the public eye. I do not know how to release my anger at him.... even though he is here now, I still do not know what to say to him."
Sighing, Svetlana looked down. Part of her was trying to fight the hypnosis, but she had no skill in that. No experience in fighting off mind control. So it was a pointless fight. But she could try all the more.
"Molokov is not. But he has his ways. I know he can show up at any moment. That, even without power here, he will hold to his threat. He does not speak idly. The words he says, he holds true to them."