Sergei’s lip curled back from his gold tooth when Madeline chided him for brandishing his gun like he were a child. He despised being treated like a child, almost as much as he despised sneaking around like they were. It was a forty-something, dance instructor they were hunting, not a feral tiger. Serge tried to view this as a learning experience, viewing Madeline as a tutor in the art of human abduction.<br/><br/>As the two would-be abductors hid in the darkened office, Sergei felt a shiver run down his spine when Maddie whispered close to his ear. He couldn’t help his feelings toward her, any more than he could stop the blood flowing into his groin, more with every word she purred.<br/><br/>“I am not afraid of old woman dancer. You, though, ought be afraid to talk to me like small child.” Sergei warned, his voice hushed as well. “I not like working with partner any more than you, but if we respect one another, we get along fine. Yes?”<br/><br/>After Sergei trailed off, he heard Yelena’s voice from within the studio. He cracked open the door just a fraction of an inch, peering out to see who she could have been talking to. Though he couldn’t see who it was she was addressing, Sergei could see Yelena. She was already walking toward the office door.<br/><br/>The Russian gangster waived his hand at Madeline, indicating that she should hide before their target arrived. Lifting his gun up above his shoulder, Sergei pressed himself against the wall on the  side that the door would open to, allowing him to stay hidden until Yelena would close the office door behind herself.