Superman Anatoly was not, and he couldn't help but let out a small cry, clenching his fists uselessly. Clark was gone, and even if he had been here, he didn't have his powers. If Lex knew... but even then, what could he do? There was little hope of rescue for him.

There was also little hope of him finding an answer that would please either of his captors. He knew all of Molokov's mercurial moods well, and the man was in rare form tonight. His anger had moved past the yelling state and into that quiet, dangerous calm. Anatoly knew he was going to pay for every grievance, every real or imagined slight tonight - and not only from Molokov.

"I have nothing to say." A useless grand gesture, but it was all he had.