Of course he'd wondered what would've been different had Molokov not been in their lives, or at least not kept him away from his family. But right now his main concern was getting back to the complex with Svetlana and get their daughters. He seriously hoped that Freddie wouldn't make some back-handed comment about their appearance, though he probably would considering it was Freddie.
When Svetlana regained her composure, he took a deep breath and wiped the blood that trickled out of the corner of his mouth. He glanced at his shoulder, wondering how he could hide the blood on the way back to the complex, but there really wasn't any way he could. When Svetlana was ready to go, he started heading out of the alley, walking beside her. As they made their way back to the complex, he kept an eye on her, and also kept an eye out for anymore potential troublemakers. The last thing either of them needed were more idiots trying to hurt them, or worse.
As they walked, he glanced at Svetlana, noting the way she kept her head bowed. He knew she didn't want to see the confused looks, but it was also perhaps to hide some of her bruises from view. He caught a couple confused glances as he kept a watch out for suspect people. At least the police sirens hadn't been coming to their location, only having driven by. Anatoly found that to be a blessing, for who know what more would've happened had the last man not been scared off by them. He did his best to keep his shoulder from being too noticeable, but moving it around caused a lot of pain to him. So instead, he just walked at a pace that Svetlana could keep up with and that would get them back to the complex sooner rather than later.