How often was it that people missed the things right in front of them? The obvious answer? Most of the traps Svetlana would set for Anatoly on a chessboard involved just that. Sometimes they were hard to see, sometimes they were so obvious that he went right over them. And then once the trap was sprung, he saw just what he missed. And yet he would always fall for it. She just never told Anatoly what the secret was, how it was he kept falling for it. Because he needed to see it for himself. The joys of observing more than participating. She could see the same pattern within most which was why sometimes it did help to talk with someone not so involved so that they could see a more obvious solution that was skipped over unintentionally.
But she could see the wheels turning in Helena's mind. Could see the same realization dawn within her expression that happened to Anatoly once he saw just what Svetlana had done, what should have been right in his face the entire time that he had somehow missed, that he hadn't thought about.
Getting up and pouring another drink, Svetlana quirked a brow as Helena started speaking about the story she had about a reminiscing story about Adler. Svetlana hadn't liked the Woman. Hadn't liked how she treated Helena like glass. Hadn't liked how she didn't grasp the Victorian woman. The alcohol induced venting session just solidified the observations Svetlana had made at the time. Just as it had about how Bruce treated Helena. How now it even seemed Myka treated her. She used to like Myka but now? Well, it was what it was.
"You mean the way you love Oswin."
It was a simple fact. Svetlana had seen it happening before she had been sent back to Moscow. Had noticed it in the way Helena spoke of Oswin when she had come over before. Because it was obvious even before that Helena held the capacity to love. But there were different ways of love, different types. Moriarty hadn't counted on the love Oswin inspired within the writer and that would be Helena's saving grace in all of this. Because he had no control over it. Had never tainted it, used it against Helena.
Deciding it would make more sense to just bring the bottle of vodka over to where they were sitting, the Russian woman moved back to the couch, vodka in hand and placed it on the table before sitting back down and pulling her legs under her as she leaned against the cushions and arm of the couch.