Sergei watched from his place near the hall that connected the studio to the back alley while both of their bound captives were hooded much to their displeasure. He smirked, gold tooth reflecting light as he watched Naumov renew her futile struggle against her restraints. Though Sergei would have preferred to have fun with Lila at least, he had to hand it to Madeline, she had quite a knack for making people as helpless as luggage. Sergei admired that.<br/><br/>He nodded when Madeline told him that he'd be left to do the heavy lifting while she brought the car around, that suited Sergei just fine. It would give him a better chance to lay hands on these pretty, helpless bodies. Sergei crouched down next to where Naumov was struggling, laughing at her terror while he taunted her by flicking at her face and lifting and jiggling one of her bound breasts, out-thrust by the bundle of rope in between.<br/><br/>"Thought you were so smart, didn't you Yelena?" Sergei chuckled, toying with her other breast now. "Move to America, run away and never return home. You started a business, changed your name, it must have felt like American Dream. Do you still feel smart? Proud of yourself? When we get back to Russia, I'm going to turn your little student out. Make her serve men for money. I never would have met her if not for you Yelena, so I really must thank you. She is<em>quite</em>the talent."<br/><br/>With that, Sergei lifted Yelena up onto his shoulder and carried her out of the studio, toting her like a bag out to the alley where he waited for Madeline to pop the trunk. He loaded her less than gently into the spacious trunk before going back for Lila, leaving Madeline to her tedious rope work.<br/><br/>"Time's up Golden Girl." Sergei smirked, returning to the studio and taking hold of Lila's hair again. "Time to show us that you're worth the trouble of having you. Be a good little captive and come quietly now."