Svetlana rarely panicked. Not visibly. It wasn't in her nature to, she had always been forced to keep everything hidden. To reveal nothing. Even when she would get insults hurled at her by former friends, she revealed nothing. Even when the aggression turned physical. She did panic then, worrying for her daughters, but not to this extent. Because at least back in Moscow, she hadn't been caught off guard. She knew the risk every day she went out on her own. Here, it was unexpected. Here, there were more components than just anger and hatred. There was only one other time where the situation had been similar.... and Anatoly had come to her rescue, but he wouldn't help her now. He didn't care about her now. Hell, he could take the girls with him and Florence and she would be left to pick up the pieces. Assuming she survived the attack... and with the ability to breathe becoming more and more difficult, Svetlana didn't think that was going to happen.
Gasping in pain, the blond continued to struggle against the man on top of her, struggling to get air as he continued to crush her windpipe. Her vision was blurring, black spots everywhere. But she could feel him fumbling with clothing and she felt nausea fill her.
"N...no..." The word was spoken in Russian as she couldn't even think about translating to English. She was too freaked out. Too oxygen deprived. She didn't like the feel of him on her, she wanted to scream but she couldn't. She tried but the hands just tightened around her throat. Until she heard a voice that sounded like.... But that was impossible. Anatoly was with the girls. Who would he have left them with? Why was he here? No. She was imagining things. Her mind was taking her back twelve years... that had to be it.
But hallucinations and memories didn't bash people on the head with a two-by-four. As the one bastard got off of her, Svetlana remained on the ground, staring at the sky as she struggled to catch her breath. Maybe someone else was helping.... that had to be it. Wincing as she pushed herself up, Svetlana felt her eyes widen when she saw that it was indeed her husband who had come to her rescue.
"Toly...?" The word was spoken on a hoarse whisper but she couldn't really pay attention because the other bastard had her in a hold, his arm around her throat and her body pressed to his. She felt sick and there was no legal recourse to take as she didn't have identification yet. Even so, seeing the guy trying to go after Anatoly terrified Svetlana more than she could admit. As much as he had hurt her... she didn't want him harmed. And now because of her? He could be..