Madeleine felt a little better once Lila was stowed away in the trunk. No one had seen them; the street was more or less deserted, and if someone came by now, it would just be a matter of closing the trunk and leaving quickly. First though, she took the last strand of rope she had on her and finished tying Lila. Like with Madame Naumov, she looped it around her ankles, then lifter her legs up behind her to complete a rather strenuous hogtie. Also like her instructor, she possessed that supple bendiness, feet nearly knotted right to her wrists. Unlike her though, she had a little more flexibility to struggle, especially in her knees and hips, since she was only bound at the ankles. While hooded and gagged and trapped in the trunk, however, Madeleine didn’t foresee any complications.<br/><br/>“We have a bit of a drive ahead of us,” she said to both of them. “I suggest that you remain still; I wouldn’t want either of you passing out from over-exertion, especially with those hoods on. They make breathing rather troublesome…”<br/><br/>Ignoring any last pleas either of the women had through their gags, she closed the trunk hatch, sealing the two captives in. They would be in for a<em>very</em>uncomfortable ride. Behind her, Sergei smoked casually on a cigarette, then inquired about the studio. Madeleine cocked her head in thought. Setting it ablaze would hardly be subtle, and could possibly draw attention to them as they left the area…but on the other hand, it wouldn’t be long before Madame Naumov and Lila would be noticed missing…perhaps not Naumov, but Lila would have parents. They didn’t have time to remove any lingering evidence.<br/><br/>“Burn it,” she decided. “The authorities will take time to sift through the ashes, and they will just figure that Naumov and Lila initially perished in it. By the time they figure out otherwise, Maksim will have a leash around his wife’s neck.”<br/>