Sergei was glad that he managed to grasp the young girl’s hair before she made it into the studio proper. As she tried to leap over a stool in the way, he was able to yank her back by her long golden locks and pull her against his chest. He slid the arm holding his gun over her throat to hold her securely to his chest, but she wasn’t going to give up easy. The girl swung her elbow back and caught him solidly in his muscular stomach, temporarily knocking the wind out of him.<br/><br/>As Serge gasped for air, he wrapped his other arm around the girl’s slender arms, pinning them to her side as his forearm crossed just below her generous bust line. He gasped to refill his lungs and squeezed Lila’s slender frame with all the strength in his arms and shoulders. He continued to bear-hug the fight out of her until his wind returned.<br/><br/>“Where did you think you were going Golden-Hair?” Sergei whispered into Lila’s ear, lightly brushing a lock of stray hair behind her ear with his nose.<br/><br/>The pistol slid slowly up Lila’s chest to park under her chin as Sergei lifted her slender body up off the ground, carrying her into the middle of the dance studio.<br/><br/>“Running away is a good way to get shot in the back.”