Summary:

Something isn’t right. Something isn't right and Svetlana knows it, and she's lost far too many good things by not trusting her instincts. Ilya leaving with a woman in public? That's expected. Ilya leaving with a man in public? Sure, it's happened before, even if the public wasn't actually aware of what they were looking at. 

But leaving for a threesome, in public? In a bar where anyone could be taking photos? Don't make her laugh - Ilya would never. 

And then it hits her:  
Ilya's slight stumble;
The way he only had three drinks over the past two hours, barely enough to get him tipsy;
The way he's not even holding the girl or the guy's hand.
The way he's not even trying to kiss either of them. 
The way he keeps pulling slightly against the girl's grip like he can't understand what's happening. 
Shit.

Ilya's been fucking roofied.

Or, Ilya gets roofied at a club and Svetlana needs to him someone who can care take of him. Luckily, they're in Montreal, where Ilya's illusive Jane lives.
Surely she'll be able to help!
...Right?