|Svetlana Sergievskaya causes lyrical chess wars (thegirlisme) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-08-15 08:55:00
|irina derevko, svetlana sergievsky
Who: Svetlana Sergievsky and Irina Derevko
What: Contemplations, depends on if someone tags in.
When: Morning, 15 August 2013
Where: Park in Lawrence
Warnings: Should be none, will update if needed
Status: Thread | Incomplete
Readjusting to Lawrence had been a trial. In truth, she still was. Though the hardest aspect to readjust to was the fact that the girls were not with her. It was safer for them in Moscow, she knew this. And she knew that nothing would happen while she and Anatoly were here with the time standing still aspect, but it still was not an easy adjustment to make when the two had always been there. And while her husband was able to jump back into his routine in the medbay, Svetlana didn't have that option as Belle had taken over the duties she'd been in charge of before she was sent back to Moscow. Which was fine and made sense. But it left a feeling of empty within her, no children to take care of, no real job to go back to... she felt idle and Svetlana was not a fan of feeling idle. Despite her concerns, she had changed the two college accounts for the girls into one so that those who could donate had one account to donate to and it hadn't raised any red flags like she had been wary of, though breaking up the deposits probably had something to do with that.
At present, the Russian woman was sitting in the park with some tea, watching. She was on edge. The woman in 801 was KGB. She did not know her status, did not know if she was working to find a way to make new connections, but that didn't matter. There were mannerisms. Signs that she would always take note of given how she spent so much of her time back home avoiding Molokov, the random agents in the streets. It was a skill that kept her alive in Bangkok. And as she had only been back in Lawrence for a month and a half, there as no growing lax in that matter. Not that she had in her near two years she'd been in Lawrence the first time. She simply was still more alert at the moment, knowing that eventually it would fade as she grew more accustomed to Lawrence again.
What she needed was to find a way to pass the time. Find something that could be useful in some way, shape or form. But it had taken over a year to find that niche before, dealing with things the Seal had thrown at her and Anatoly, realizing that her daughters were better at handling the change than she had been. Young. Adaptable. The habits of survival not nearly so ingrained within their minds. She was thankful that they would not be subjected to the whims of the Seal now, that she wouldn't once again fail them no matter what Anatoly tried to tell her. Because despite taking the classes, there was so much that could go wrong that nothing was certain and that wasn't something she would ever get over.
For now, though, it was people watching. Thinking. Her bearings were back, her mask in place. She paid attention to the boards... well, mostly. She just had nothing to say, though that wasn't completely surprising. Svetlana was, by nature, a quiet person. If she had something of importance to say, she would. She chose her words carefully from what she observed, looked at all the angles. There really just had been no post that called her attention at late, and there was nothing of importance for which needed to be shared. She met up with the few friends she had but beyond that? She was left with her thoughts.