One of the good things in regards to the complex was the library. If the book existed in any of the worlds, it could exist here as well through the library. Which meant that finding obscure books from Russia was not as hard as it might be otherwise. And as Fayina's class was working on accepting cultural differences, the eight year old was told to pick a topic from her background to present and Fayina had chosen fairy tales. Oh, she could have chosen the game of chess easily. It was a part of who Anatoly and Svetlana were. It was their story. But eight year olds didn't have the patience for the game for the most part and while Fayina herself was learning the game, that didn't mean her classmates would care to learn about it. So it was Russian fairy tales.
Svetlana and Fayina had spent a good hour in the library looking through different books until they had found one that would work while Anatoly got to entertain Jelena and get her ready for bed. As much as Svetlana hated to admit it, having Anatoly around was definitely helpful when it came to the girls. Who was she kidding, having him around helped in everything. Mostly with the girls, but also with her own well being because Anatoly was the one who could see when she wasn't taking care of herself and could get her to do so. Five years was a long time to be without him, she had adjusted and now she was adjusting to him being around again and it was hard, but she was thankful for it even if she didn't exactly show it as she was guarding herself, just to be safe. After all, the other version of Anatoly had gotten to her more than she wanted to admit despite it having happened four months previous, when she'd been sent back to Russia, forced to see the argument between the Svetlana and Anatoly of that world, him saying she should have said something sooner if she didn't think she could handle the girls on her own.... the words he spoke to her here when she'd needed him. It was getting better but there were still times... not to mention the PTSD she was suffering from.
Exiting the elevator with Fayina, the book in hand, Svetlana blinked when she noticed Logan. With a cigar. Lovely. Sighing as she really didn't understand smoking, let alone cigars as they made her feel ill, the blond just shook her head and held onto her eight year old daughter's hand and started towards her own apartment only to trip on the upturned carpet that had gotten messed up from Logan's getting his keys from the ground.