Sergei smiled as Lila finally complied with his demand, opening her mouth to allow the wide barrel of his pistol into her mouth. He stopped short of gagging her with the gun barrel, but he held it there in her mouth as he leaned his face down into her soft blonde hair, breathing deeply of her scent.<br/><br/>“Золотые Волосы… '' Sergei muttered softly, a Russian phrase that means “Golden Hair”.<br/><br/>Sergei leaned his hip against the bar, next to Lila’s body, to alleviate the pressure on his bad hip. Once he was comfortable he gently slid his palm up against her cheek, brushing away her tears with his thumb. His hand traveled slowly down her throat, and down her chest, slowly as ever, his face still buried in her hair. At last he wrapped his hand gently around the breast he’d squeezed viciously a moment ago. He lifted his head, calling over his shoulder.<br/><br/>“Madeline! Bring that bitch out here. I want her to see what happens, because she lied.” Sergei called into the back before staring deep into Lila’s eyes, gold tooth flashing in his sinisterly confident smirk. “Just hold still Little Golden. It will all be over soon.”