Feeling the blade slice her throat as she was released, Svetlana stumbled to the side, gasping for breath. The cut wasn't deep, but there was blood. Thankfully it wasn't over any major arteries or something like that. Because if she could, Svetlana wanted to survive. She wanted Anatoly to survive. She wanted this all to be a nightmare. Turning around, the blond's eyes widened as she saw her last captor stab Anatoly in the shoulder.
"No!"
And despite the fact that her legs felt weak, that she was trying to regain her ability to breathe, that her face and throat were covered in bruises as was her abdomen, Svetlana raced forward and weakly shoved the man away from her husband, only to be thrown into a broken palate. Okay. More pain. Well that was great. But then there were police sirens and that seemed to startle the man away from Anatoly. Coughing violently where she was, Svetlana whimpered as she tried to get up. At least it was just her and Anatoly, though. No more threat. Well, assuming the police didn't come here. Because with their current lack of identification? They could be locked up and then who would look after the girls...