Some thought that the Ice Queen persona had started because of Anatoly being in the spotlight all of a sudden, that she had adopted it to play off the press and maintain a semblance of privacy. But the fact remained, she'd been considered as such years before that, even before Anatoly had met her that day in the park, people already saw her as such. It was protection, it was what Erik had taught her and it hadn't failed her. Staying quiet and observing, analyzing. It was why she was good at the game and why she didn't have that many friends, but those she did, she knew that it wasn't flippant. Mostly, some had proven her wrong in that regard but the fickleness of the Seal seemed to make it mostly a nonissue.
With Florence acknowledging she wouldn't turn down the wine, Svetlana smiled faintly with a nod, stepping in once she was motioned that it was okay to do so. Nor was she all that surprised to hear that Freddie was focusing on the game. It was just strange to consider that they were in a time when a play from 1970 would be considered a classic when it wasn't completely old for them. Though she'd have to look back through her recollections of those matches to even try to figure out which one it was. Which, while something she enjoyed doing, this wasn't the time to do so.
"I see."
It was simply a statement of acknowledgement and acceptance. Besides, she was a bit more concerned about how Florence was handling everything with Andy than moves from a game that was played the year she and Anatoly had gotten married.
"How are you?"
While it was a simple enough question, this was Svetlana. There was always a reason behind the words she chose. And it may seem just general but there was more to it, because t here was so much that had gone on as of late that there was no simple response. But there was wine and time to talk as it seemed neither woman had been able to sleep for a while. Too many thoughts and stresses and worries to do so.