Svetlana wasn't much of a fighter. Soon after she had gotten here, she'd been attacked but there had been three against one so it wasn't as if it had been a fair fight. And Anatoly had come to her aide surprisingly enough. Or at least, it had been at the time as she didn't think he would have given all that had happened between them by that point. But she'd been wrong about him because it seemed that he still cared despite all of her doubts and worries about this. Still, for the most part, she could take care of herself. Of course, the second her children were threatened, Svetlana would do whatever was required of her to keep them alive, which made her a weak link in the grand scheme of things. But she had already sacrificed her pride, self dignity and self respect for them, and she would do it again no matter how much she loathed herself following the fact. And knowing how to fight wouldn't protect her children from those who used them to control Svetlana.
Still she gave a slight nod.
"I will keep that in mind, thank you, Logan."
As the goodbyes were said, Fayina waved to Logan and Svetlana gave a small nod before she ushered the eight year old into the apartment, leading her to the room she shared with Jelena. She would discuss with Anatoly the idea of Fayina taking self defense. She knew that children around Fayina's age and younger took martial arts, was this really that different? Well, beyond the fact he picks fights when bored. Silencing the inner voice, Svetlana sighed and went to make tea. She hated how her mind always went back to that alternate place. It wasn't as constant as it had been, but the talk of self defense definitely pushed the memories forward, as if they hadn't been close already with Brittany's question and the attack on Kimberly, the unseen threat. Well, it looked to be another night without sleep. At least she'd gotten used to it.