While Marco gave Selena a ring to let her know he had her daughter safely at a motel, an unnamed petty thief was near the back door of a nightclub in town. The drug addict had got the message that he had perhaps stolen from the wrong people. There was nothing of great resale value in the brief case he had lifted from a car at the hospital. He had broken it open and only saw a few notebooks and an old necklace, before discarding it in an open drain underneath the freeway.
Having heard the Russians were looking for this briefcase and hoping for a reward he had retrieved the briefcase then made his way to a nightclub he knew they owned. However once at the back door his nerves fled. He wasn't brave enough to confront the Russian's and ask for a reward. He dumped the briefcase and ran, fading into the obscurity of the night.
Shortly before, Vlad returned to the club. He had done his job, visiting a dozen or so petty thieves and drug addicts letting them know that a briefcase that had been stolen needed to be returned. He reported in, had a couple of Vodka's then made his way to the accommodation house across the lane. He had some unfinished business with a pretty blonde dancer. She would hopefully be a bit more co-operative after spending an afternoon in the cage with that mad bitch.
Vlad unlocked the door to the room and as his eyes adjusted to the dimness observed the girl in the black dress apparently sleeping on the dirty mattress on the floor. He noticed she was now alone. The crazy girl was gone. Good riddance. Vlad dropped his trousers and kicked the girl to wake her.
He only had a moment to realise it wasn't the blonde teenager he had woken as the woman stood up then raised her knee into his groin before knocking him out with a head butt.
The Dickbiter (She actually liked that nickname) quickly fled the building. She saw an abandoned brief case by a door and for no particular reason grabbed it before fleeing down the street. She needed to escape from these people traffickers. She didn't know the town she was in, having never left the club or the accommodation since arriving fresh from Minsk a month ago. It was just luck that she found herself in another alley at the rear of the police station. There, by now exhausted she found a spot to hide in behind some dumpsters.