Oleg nodded in response to to Layla's inquiries. He took the keys and combination slip, and gave one last worried look at Milla. "It is nothing, Layla. There is no need to repay me." The big guy said softly, turning his gaze up to Layla, meeting her brown eyes with his blue ones. The honesty of his words was plain in his gaze; Oleg truly did not think he had done anything worth all of the thanks that Layla was lavishing upon him. It had just been the right thing to do.<br/><br/>Her kiss elicited a widening of his blue eyes. He had not expected such a thing, and some colour rosed his cheeks. The young man swallowed, and nodded to Layla once more before he walked away in time for the police officer to arrive.<br/><br/>Using Layla's key, Oleg got into the swimming area and found the locker Layla indicated. It seemed suddenly uncomfortable sorting through a woman's things, but he pushed that aside in the face of the necessity of the situation. The large man grabbed a shirt and pair of pants, locking the locker back up when he was done and swearing to keep what he had seen of its contents a secret to be taken to the grave. It was nothing risque, of course, but just a woman's things for a woman's needs. Oleg simply did not understand all of what he saw, and felt no need to dwell upon it.<br/><br/>Oleg returned in a short amount of time, and held the articles of clothing he had gathered out to Layla.