He heard her start to cry and her body shake, and he couldn't help but feel so bad. He knew what her outward showing of emotion meant, and he knew her crying went deeper than what had just happened to her. Anatoly knew everything he'd done wrong, he wasn't an idiot, and he didn't need people to tell him he was a moron and that he'd fucked up. And to hear how much pain she was in hurt him.
Anatoly kept holding her, glad that she was in his arms and he had succeeded in saving her again. He didn't want to think what would've happened if he'd been only a minute or two later than he had been. As long as he could, he'd make sure nothing happened to her again. Not like this, anyway. He was supposed to be the protector, and he would keep that role in tact, as long as he could. Even if he wouldn't be able to get himself into Svetlana's good graces again, he'd always be there. Because here, he could be who he used to be, before Molokov turned him into a chess robot, and before he'd made all the mistakes he had.
At hearing Svetlana's muffled voice, he nodded a bit. "We should," he replied softly, though he still held her close, intent on not moving until she was ready to. He knew the girls were all right, that Freddie wouldn't do anything idiotic with them, except perhaps teach them English words that they probably shouldn't know. But at least he knew they'd be safe. Svetlana and him could take their time getting back to complex. Though perhaps not too long since he was bleeding and she was beaten up and they needed to get some minor medical attention. But that was just a little detail, really. Noting serious.