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Anatoly Sergievsky is a doctor not a chess player (haventwonatall) wrote in wariscoming,

While Anatoly had a bit of a colored past when it came to having a wandering eye, he did not have one now, nor did he have an interest in Marguerite in such a way. No, currently he was more concerned for her than anything. It was certainly not an every day thing that he happened upon someone crying like this in public. The good man in him refused to leave until he knew she was at least in a better mood. He may not be able to help or fix whatever had upset her, but hopefully giving her some company would help even in the slightest.

At the invitation, he took the offered seat. He noticed the tone of her voice. Obviously she had been through a lot to sound that exhausted and drained. Of course, he was using Svetlana as his point of reference for deducing how much someone had been put through, but she was about his only frame of reference because she was the only one he really knew in such a capacity. He sipped his tea, then nodded at her question.

"Yes, I do. My name is Anatoly Sergievsky. I've seen you around the complex, though we have not spoken before." It was a neutral topic, and he remembered his manners and to introduce himself before much more time passed. After all, it was the polite thing to do so they could both have names to go with their faces.