Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-07-07 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | anatoly sergievsky, svetlana sergievsky |
Who: Anatoly and Svetlana Sergievsky plus NPC!thugs and NPC!Children
What: Anatoly can apparently realize that things are wrong and help Svetlana and thus confuse her
When: Tonight
Where: An alley way and then the complex
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, attempted sexual assault. Anti-Russian/Immigrant sentiments. And Russians. Obviously Russians make it bad. >.>
Svetlana was getting a headache. A very severe headache. Being around Anatoly so much for the sake of the girls was getting to her. Her mind was at war with her. She wanted him, needed him. Around the girls, he reminded her of the man she fell in love with twelve years ago. But then there was the part of her that screamed at her that this wasn't right. That he had given everything up for a game. That he would sooner sacrifice her than love her. And she didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to throw herself at her husband, try to win him back and the other part wanted to slap him again, but with the girls there, she couldn't do either. Which was probably for the best. Either would make things worse. But each day it was harder and harder. Which was why Svetlana had decided she needed to get out. So using the excuse that she wanted to look for a job so she could provide for the girls, the blond Russian left the safety of the complex and went into the city of Lawrence.
As she didn't have her identification yet from Sam, all Svetlana could really do was go into stores and inquire about possible jobs and pick up applications. But it was at least something, and the fresh air was helping her regain control of her emotions. Oh, she still was at war with what she wanted in regards to her husband, but being away from him at least gave her time to think and breathe. Besides, the girls were safe with him. He was the only one there she really trusted the two with as she had yet to really meet anyone yet. Oh, she had spoken with some, met some, but that didn't mean anything in regards to trust. Of course, Svetlana never had trusted easily and as she was surrounded by Americans who probably only saw her as a threat because of her nationality? Trusting wasn't coming any easier to Svetlana than it used to.
Svetlana didn't know how much time had passed, but she figured that she should get back to the complex. The girls had a routine that was helping them get settled and Svetlana would put up with the awkwardness of being around Anatoly for their sakes. So it was heading back to the complex. Or that was the plan at least. She was passing by an alleyway when she felt someone grab her arm. Yelping in shock, the blond's eyes narrowed as she took in her surroundings. This wasn't the first time she had been dragged into an alley and she knew that it never ended well. Usually it ended in pain.
"What-" And before she could even ask, Svetlana found herself getting back handed, causing the Russian woman to stumble back and look at her attackers. She recognized them. They had been at the shops she had entered in search of employment. That... couldn't be good.
"Seems we have a Russian whore here."
Svetlana just glared at the group leader. She was hardly a whore. She did not cheat on her husband or entice married men into her bed. She remained faithful to Anatoly even after he had cheated on her for years. Even after he had defected.
"I am not a whore." Though apparently talking back wasn't an option as she was suddenly backhanded again and knocked to the ground.
"Did we give you permission to speak? No." Gasping as she felt a kick to the stomach, Svetlana curled up and struggled to catch her breath. She managed to push herself up and stumble to her feet, not certain on what was being said, though she didn't like the looks she was getting. They were lecherous and made her skin crawl.
"Why don't you show us how a proper Russian bride is." And before Svetlana could respond, she felt herself being shoved against the wall and someone forcibly kissing her as well as groping her. Oh like hell. With her scream muffled, Svetlana struggled against her captor, managing to knee the one holding her to the wall in the groin before she started towards the main sidewalk. Or that was her plan before she was tackled and forced on the ground, hands around her throat.
"You think some bitch like you can take American jobs? You're good for one thing only and we're going to show you."
Okay, this was one of those times a cell phone might come in handy, assuming she would have been able to get to it in this scuffle. All Svetlana knew was she needed to fight even as she felt the air being forced from her. She wasn't leaving her daughters. Not here. Not like this.