The Dickbiter (whose actual name was Olga) paused behind the dumpster and caught her breath. She looked at the briefcase she was holding, it was just slowing her down. She did notice the lock was broken, she decided to check if there was anything valuable inside before discarding it. There wasn't. Just some papers which she couldn't read as they were in English and some sort of necklace. She took out the necklace and tried to examine it. It looked old. Could it be gold? It was heavy.
The dumpster was open. Olga saw a pile of rags sitting on top. She picked them up and used one of the rags to wipe clean the medallion. She dropped the bundle of clothes as she felt an electric shock. She examined the necklace once more, deciding it was just brass and tossed it into the dumpster.
Just then the light at the back of the building across the road came on, quickly Olga ducked behind the dumpster and hid where she had tossed the briefcase.
She stayed still, trying to even hold her breath. A man was throwing trash into the bin she was hiding behind. However he didn't leave. He loitered around and made a phone call. He was talking in English, so Olga only understood some of the words.
"Mike, it's Sid. Just had word from our Russian friends. They have a runaway. Keep an eye out for a woman, about 25 with short light brown hair. Wearing a black top and a black leather skirt. If you find her hold her and let me know" The only words Olga understood were Russians and black skirt.
The man didn't go though. He lit a cigarette and just paced around not 10 feet from where Olga was hiding. 5 minutes later he made a second call. "Larry it's Sid. We have another runaway from the Russians. They don't sound happy about this one. If she turns herself in you know what to do. About 25, short brown hair. Wearing a black top and a black leather skirt"
The man must have been speaking more slowly as Olga understood everything the man had said. They were looking for her. These men must be allies of the Russians who had tried to turn her into a prostitute. She had to get away. They had her description. She needed to change her clothes. She noticed the rags she had wiped the necklace with were on the ground near the man's feet as he lit up another cigarette. She recognised them as short skirt and a top. She had to wait another 5 minutes until the man went back into the building and the light went out. Only then did she reach out and grab those clothes.
She discarded the leather skirt and top she had pinched from the blonde girl the traffickers had taken in her place, then scrambled into the rags. It was a very short skirt and a flimsy tank top. They fitted her well enough though. They were stained with mud or something similar but they would have to do. She tossed the black clothes into the dumpster then fled down lane in the opposite direction to where she had come from.