Sergei lifted Lila up onto his shoulder and carried her to the car. She was light and seemed to have resigned herself to her fate. He chuckled to himself when he saw Madame Naumov hogtied on her stomach near the back of the tunk with plenty of room left for the other.<br/><br/>"Time's up Golden Girl." Sergei remarked as he lowered Lila into the trunk along side her mentor. "In you go."<br/><br/>Sergei stepped back after loading Lila into the trunk and tapped out a smoke from his pack and lit it between his lips. He drew deeply from the cigarette, watching Madeline lean forward and apply the finishing touches. As he exhaled, Sergei glanced around the alley, keeping a less diligent watch than Madeline had, but it seemed that no one had observed them.<br/><br/>"What about dance studio?" Sergei asked, glancing back over his shoulder at the open door behind him. "Should we leave it, clean it or burn to ground?"