Sergei laughed faintly, releasing a puff of smoke from his nose as Madeline mentioned Maksim affixing his wife with a shorter collar. Though he showed no outward sign, he was pondering what sort of yoke it might take to bring a woman like Madeline to heel. She was useful, efficient, decisive and of course, beautiful, but Sergei resented having to answer to her, a woman. If he could find her weakness, some Achilles heel, that would allow him to gain leverage, he might be able to finesse the situation enough that she answered to him. With one such as her at his disposal, Sergei would be quite formidable indeed.<br/><br/>"Good, I will burn." Sergei nodded, making no sudden move to get started. "How long have you been doing this sort of thing? Abductions I mean."<br/><br/>With his focus still in the alley, Sergei leaned into the dance studio to begin ransacking their utility closet. He needed something to speed things up, since destroying any evidence quickly was the reason for burning the studio down. A few cans of spray paint, a tub of bleach and all the cloth wraps, paper towels and paperwork he could carry. Sergei carried everything he thought would burn into the middle of the wood floored studio and made a pile. Lastly, he doused the entire pile with a can of lighter fluid that he brought with him. Lastly, tossed his cigarette onto the pile, causing the whole collection of cans and chemicals to ignite.<br/><br/>On his way out, Sergei yanked the gas line out of the wall, letting the supply closet fill with gas. He slammed the access door behind himself before climbing into the passenger's seat of Madeline's luxury sedan.<br/><br/>"Let's go." Sergei said flatly, not accurately conveying the urgency that should have been there in his voice. "Whole place will blow very soon."