Madeleine winced for a couple of reasons. One was that he called out, loudly. The cloak and dagger approach she had planned for the abduction was quickly turning much noisier than she had hoped. The second was that he used her name, again, loudly. While it was only the name she used most frequently, the less ears that heard it, the better. Lastly, she didn’t like what he was insinuating. Instilling terror and intimidation were one thing, but the less of a mess, the better.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, if it would get him to at least quiet down, she could easily tote Madame Naumov into the next room. Hopefully, the studio was now empty save for their second visitor.<br/><br/>“Move,” she snapped to her gagged hostage, hooking her arm around her bound arms and pushing her towards the door. To punctuate her insistence, Madeleine gave her ass a nice, sharp slap. The black tights dulled the sound, but it was a nice bounce off Naumov’s trim backside. On the way out, she scooped up her handbag, still brimming with rope.<br/><br/>It had happened too fast to get a good look at who was in the studio with them, but Madeleine finally saw when she pushed Madame Naumov into the open room ahead of her. She saw the pink and thought it was one of the little girls from before, but then realized that she was considerably older, likely in her middle teens. Her leotard was white, her tights pink with a rather tacky pair of legwarmers on over her ankles. Her blonde hair was mussed, in a loose braid.<br/><br/>Sergei had his hands all over her lithe body up against the barre and mirrored wall, as he had taken the liberty with Naumov, but what disturbed her more was that he had his gun shoved into her mouth. Madeleine stopped with Madame Naumov just inside the room, looking apprehensive. If he made of mess of things, she would be having a chat with Maksim when they handed his wife over, and she would demand double the already hefty payment.