Madeleine stepped forward and cleared her throat, letting the bundle fall free in drapes as she found the ends. “I believe my associate requested something, Madame Naumov. If you would be so courteous as to do what we say, perhaps we can avoid hurting you.”<br/><br/>She was something to be appreciated, that was certain, and it was easy to see why Maksim wanted her back. Madeleine hoped she could maintain a form and image like that of Madame Naumov. She was simply elegant, with long legs and a toned body within a form fitting leotard and tights. Her golden blond hair was tucked in a disciplined bun, and her bright blue eyes stared back at them apprehensively. It was hard to believe she was pushing middle-aged; she hadn’t changed much from the young woman in the last photograph Maksim had shown them. Her light accent added an exotic nature about her.<br/><br/>She glanced to Sergei, then nodded towards Naumov. “Hold her down against the desk.”<br/><br/>What they didn’t know was how wily she was. She seemed sweet and innocent enough, but Madeleine knew better than to take second chances. Yes, Sergei had a gun, but they couldn’t use it on her. “<em>Alive and unspoiled</em>” were Maksim’s exact words, and she doubted he would appreciate it if Sergei followed up on bashing her teeth. However, she didn’t know that, so they had to keep up the intimidation, at least until she was trussed up, as well as a measure of deception. Let her think this was a simple robbery; if she realized what their true intentions were, she could turn wild with panic and cause a scene.