Madeleine gave an annoyed sigh. “Honestly,” she muttered.<br/><br/>All that drama, and all that loud build up, had only amounted to a simple taunt and scare tactic with an empty gun. They could have used their time and advantage more practically. Had the threat been real, she wasn’t sure how it could have traumatized Naumov further. However, Madeleine was relieved that he didn’t just spray the walls and mirror with the girl’s head.<br/><br/>She pressed Madame Naumov against the mirror and bar, pushing down on her shoulders until she forced her roughly to a sitting position. “Stay put and be quiet,” she said sternly to the weeping woman. “It would be a shame for one of us to actually have hurt you or the girl.”<br/><br/>With another brisk sigh, she turned towards Sergei and the girl. “Hold her while I tie her up, and keep her quiet,” she ordered, glaring slightly at him in irritation.<br/><br/>She grabbed a bundle of rope from her handbag, and then grabbed a second one, quickly unwinding the first and going through her methodical combing to make sure it wasn’t tangled. The tie would have to be quick; there was still a lot of work to be done on Madame Naumov. For as much as Maksim was paying them, she wanted to be absolutely sure that she couldn’t get up and just walk away. First though, she had to deal with the girl.<br/><br/>While Sergei held her, she pushed her wrists behind her back, then started coiling the rope around them as she had done moments before. It wasn’t as stringent as Naumov’s; she allowed her elbows to bend, her wrists crossed rather than straight together. Remarkably, the girl was very similar to Naumov. She had that same bouncy type of energy in her limbs, a taught and toned figure wrapped in the form fitting white leotard and pink tights, and blonde hair. Like teacher, like student, she supposed. Since she was so much older than the girls they watched leave, she must have been there for a private lesson. Off the books even, maybe.<br/><br/>Once her wrists were bound behind her, she squatted down and unraveled the second bundle. She began to loop it around her ankles, but then felt the cushy pink leg warmers that ran up around her calves.<br/><br/>“I think we can do without these,” she said briskly, then tugged each one off. The thicker fabric would give her extra wiggle room with the rope, something they couldn’t afford. With the warmers off, she was able to wrap the ropes flush against her tights and the satin straps of her slippers, cinching the tie tightly.<br/><br/>Satisfied, and feeling a little more in control now that their uninvited guest was secured to some degree, Madeleine reached back into her bag, finding the second roll of Ace bandages she had brought. Originally, she had intended it to be a replacement for Madame Naumov, should they find a need to replace or redo the gag. However, to her dismay, she realized that she didn’t have anything to pack the girl’s mouth with. It wouldn’t do to simply wrap the thin bandages around her head.<br/>