Everything was really reminiscent of what had happened twelve years earlier. Though Anatoly hadn't gotten stabbed that time, only bruised and roughed up a bit. But the wound in his shoulder paled in comparison to what Svetlana must be feeling, and therefor he paid it no heed. Because he was more worried about Svetlana than he was about himself.
He helped her stand up, going slowly for both of their sakes. But then she stumbled and was pressed against him. For a moment, he was a little startled. It had been a long time since they'd been this close. But it didn't take him very long before he wrapped his arms around her back and held her, because that's what one did after saving the one they loved. He closed his eyes for a moment, gently rubbing her back to console her. Because he knew she was hurting, he knew what her outwards reactions to things meant.
"Don't worry, Svetochka, you're safe now." His voice was soft and gentle as he kept her close. He was glad that he'd gotten there when he did. Of course this could only make things more awkward between them, but he would always save her when he could. Even if she couldn't trust him again, he'd always be there when she needed him. It was the least he owed her after all the pain he'd put her through. Anatoly would really do anything he could to make things up to her. Even as he knew they should leave and get back to the girls, he couldn't move away from their embrace.