Logic was what had kept Svetlana alive for this long. Logic and her ice persona. The refusal to connect to people and harden her heart. At least, that was how she had felt. Yes, Anatoly had given her more to her life, a reason, love, actual feelings and not the hollowness she had felt for so long. But when it came to things like emotional turmoil, to pain, logic and coldness were what kept her alive. The girls had given her purpose to not close off completely but without any of them... if she was to survive now...
There may have been signs towards the curse idea, of course. Maleficent. The green mist and the reason she had shut the door in the first place. But once she had seen the deaths. Had heard the gun shots and felt everything shatter within her, the very faint notion of what it might be was gone. There had been a scent of gun powder from the freshly fired gun. The ringing in her ears. If it were a curse, there would be something off, that didn't quite add up. And that wasn't the case. Not to the senses.
Given her determination to find something to defend herself with, as well as no real care to surviving or not now that she was at Molokov's mercy, Svetlana really didn't pay attention to the train whistle. Until she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her away from the tracks and into a body.
"Let go of me!"
She didn't hear the words, not this time. Her mind was going into a panic. Her body burned where she was being touched, where their bodies connected. She needed to get away from him. Hyperventilating, Svetlana struggled against Anatoly, thinking him Molokov. His words were completely lost on her. Any headway he might have made with being so completely Anatoly with nothing Molokov could have known about was lost as her mind went into fight or flight mode, so she was struggling to fight in order to flee.