Sergei smiled through the darkness as Madeline slid into the tight corner with him. When he heard Yelena's hand touch the knob Sergei's fist gripped tighter on the ornate handle of his cane. The thrill of this sort of hunt was unique, the same erotic rush of adrenaline without the cold grasp of mortal fear. This was different than his typical jobs, where the target was likely armed and always dangerous, Sergei doubted Yelena was much of either.<br/><br/>The door swung open slowly and Serge subtly used his foot to stop the door from swinging all the way to the wall. As the lights clicked on, Sergei pushed the door shut gently. In unison with the bolt of the door clicking shut, Sergei pulled back the hammer on his pistol and lifted it into view without exactly pointing it. That metallic sound of gears locking and chambers aligned had a unique ability to grab people's attention, even in the loudest surroundings.<br/><br/>"Yelena Naumov, I presume." Sergei said assertively, leaning on his cane as he stepped forward. "Please, do not scream or try to run. It would be shame if I had to start shooting spare holes in such a pretty face."<br/><br/>Sergei gestured toward the cluttered desk with his pistol as he stepped closer to Yelena, still blocking the door.<br/><br/>"Bend over. She will tie you. Or you could try to cry out and I will bash out your teeth." Sergei warned as he allowed Madeline room to do her work. "Who else is here? If you lie, I will kill whoever is as soon as I find them."<br/><br/>Sergei smiled as he said the word<em>kill</em>. His gold tooth gleamed as he did so. It was quite a show actually, watching Madeline work with the restraints. Sergei made no attempt to hide his own version of a standing ovation.