While there were undoubtedly people that thought Anatoly was little more than a stoic and uncaring type of man, he was far from it. He just had a different way of showing his emotions than most people. He was passionate and emotional, and sometimes he felt Svetlana was the only person that ever truly saw and understood that. It was like his sense of humor, it was completely different than humor most people would find funny. But he cared deeply and he cared passionately. His empathy was genuine, and now that he wasn't a hardened chess-playing robot, it did show through far easier. It was also evident in the fact that he was able to embrace his training as a doctor here to help people. He had taken the bullet out of Helena's shoulder, and he'd watched over Elena and Freddie and several others when they'd been sick during Pestilence. And he would readily do the very same again. Well, Freddie was a different story, but he would ensure the man's health because despite what the American thought, Anatoly wasn't heartless. But that didn't mean they had to be friends.
Anatoly glanced at Myka as she stared into her drink as though it held all the answers she was looking for. As much as he wanted to make everything instantly better for her, he knew it would take time. All ready he had seen parallels between her and Svetlana, but Myka didn't seem to have quite the ice queen persona Svetlana did. Nor did Myka seem to live in a world of extremes. It seemed more the case that her emotions got the better of her, controlled her to an extent that would push her to act rashly for those she cared about if they were in danger. So really, he needed to find the right way to approach her since he was still getting to know her. But with her words to him, that broached the subject of how to approach this well enough.
"No, neither of us have died." Though he well knew it was a possibility if they ever returned to their world. Gulags were pretty much a death sentence in and of themselves. "But that does not mean I do not understand the pain of losing someone you care about." He wanted to say love, but that would undoubtedly get a bad reaction out of Myka right now.
When the bartender came over to take his order, Anatoly declined. He never really drank except in special occasions. The occasional drink was a rare occurrence as well. Besides, right now he needed to remain sober, to be able to better assess the situation and also to help ensure Myka got back home safely.