Sergei sat passively against the door, playing with his small, metal lighter in his hands. Occasionally he'd light the flame and hold it under his palm just to see how long he could stand it before snapping shut the lid. He twirled and flipped it between his fingers thinking about the studio, trying to imagine the flames as they ate through the varnish on the floor and could devour the wooden planks. It was one of his favorite things to watch structures burn, especially when he'd provided the spark. He knew that this situation didn't offer such a luxury, and moreover, Madeline would never have allowed it. That didn't stop his mind from turning over and over what it must have been like, how high the flames must have reached before the roof collapsed.<br/><br/>Sergei was frustrated.<br/><br/>Aside from not being able to watch the studio burn, Sergei also hadn't been able to do much in terms of violating either of the supple captives. In spite of the efficiency, Madeline's methods were much less gratifying than the "Eastern European Way" that Sergei was much more accustomed to when taking captives. Inside his mind, he was beginning to resent Madeline for infringing on his enjoyment of this task. It had become such a sterile, clinical affair, as though they really were transporting luggage.<br/><br/>Two hours didn't seem like a "Short trip" at all to Sergei who was almost bouncing off the walls by the time they got to the cabin. He nodded in reply to Madeline's request that he deal with Naumov, smiling to himself as he exited the vehicle. He waited for her to take Lila inside before he laid his hands on Madame Naumov and untied her ankles.<br/><br/>It was almost gently that he helped her out of the trunk, allowing the bound, hooded woman a moment to let her legs regain feeling and bloodflow to resume normal function. He tugged her to her feet after that by pulling the rope between her breasts.<br/><br/>"I'll tell you what, Yelena." Sergei whispered softly against the side of her hood. "I'm going to give you a chance to escape. Your legs are free, so I'm going to let you have a ten second head start. One, two, three..."<br/><br/>Sergei released Yelena when he began counting, eager to watch her attempt at escape. Bound and hooded, he knew she wouldn't get far, but perhaps it would at least be entertaining. Perhaps she might just tip over and try to drag herself across the ground like a slug. Sergei wasn't even sure which outcome he favored.<br/><br/>"Four, five, six, seven..."