A glance to Sergei. "Someone should call this in to the fuzz. Let them come round up the dregs. A 'hot tip'." Thought, he pulls out the black book and pockets it, and quickly douses the cash with... a flask! "Oh, but you deserve better..." he murmurs to the whiskey, and then flicks his thumb as though lighting an imaginary zippo, and lets the cash go up... in smoke.