Anatoly had long stopped trying to make note of when things happened. He remembered the timing of things that had directly affected him and Svetlana, but the other things? Not so much. He was prone to tunnel vision when he wasn't directly affected because his main focus was protecting his family as best as he could. Which was perhaps laughable in this place because he was just a man with no supernatural abilities. He wasn't even that good of a physical fighter. Yes he'd been able to win fist fights in the past, but in each case it was to protect Svetlana, and he'd come out of the fights with his own wounds. Getting into a fist fight with demons here was pretty much suicidal. So when things got insane, Anatoly tended to ensure his family stayed indoors as much as possible. And for the most part, that stance worked. Except when the Seal decided to switch people out.
Lawrence had a way of both making people question themselves and their beliefs, but also helping to change people for the better. It was really a second chance for so many people to do things right. To right wrongs they'd done in their past. To see the error of their ways and make a change for the better. But there was always that period of time when one was second guessing themselves and feeling awkward about it all. But with time, that feeling faded.
After Myka finished her turn, Anatoly looked over the table, noting where the solids were on it. He decided on a shot to take and started lining it up when he heard the question about something getting thrown at him. He shifted his head slightly, giving Myka a little look and chuckled a bit.
"Yes, I did," he replied, taking the shot. "Svetlana always follows through on her words. Normally when I least expect it." When he finished his turn he stood up, a smile on his face and he shook his head a bit. Svetlana would always get the better of him, but he'd long accepted this.