A shock runs through her, hot heat making her jerk slightly like a puppet on strings. Without warning her heart seems to shattered, like sshards of ice or glass being smashed against a stone floor. When Dmitry had shown up at her door, clearly distraught Anya's mind had been whirring on so many disasters that it had been hard to pick one.

But this — this is not what she had in mind.

Instinctively she takes a step towards him and then stops herself, the motion awkward. How has her life so quickly changed? For months, years even, she's lived with only the hope that someone out there loved her. Now she knows that two men, very different, very real, and very much here love her. It is more than she could hope for.

Then why does it feel like her heart is breaking?

She loves Gleb, she knows that she does, but she loves Dmitry too. That realizations knocks her a bit off her feet, sudden and sure. It is a useless love.

"Oh Dima, I love you too," she says just as an anger starts to swell within her, righteous frustration at both him and the universe. How dare the world do this to her. How dare something so good suddenly be turned against her. Frowning, angry tears spring to her eyes, her next words coming out sharper than she means. "But how dare you just say that to me. How long have you known?"