Vladimir reaches his home and gets inside. The door is a heavy duty one with silver in it...the doorknob also silver. The windows have reinforced glass with the frames having silver lacing through them. In face his entire house has traces of silver through it. After all this is his sanctuary...his safe place. And no one comes into his safe place. 

He goes and takes a shower. The warm water hitting his skin relaxing him. His hair washed along with the rest of him. After awhile he gets out and dies himself off. His hair becoming more soft. For a minute he stares in the mirror and traces non existent scars. His body should be riddled with them. Once finished with that he pulls on his clothes and then 'shoots up' preventing himself from ever going near anything living. 

He then goes to his closet where there is a small trap door. Opening it he climbs down a ladder, pulling down the door after him. He reaches a massive room the same size as the house filled with gold and gems. All of it from different locations in different eras that he and his crew had stolen throughout their run. This isn't his only house either...each one with a trap door that only he can get into. He walks past all of it to a small fingerprint safe. He opens it and inside is a small wooden box. Inside an old portrait of a woman. Small enough to fit into his hand and his traces her face with the other. "My love" is whispered from him as he touches it he then squeezes his eyes shut and closes the box and puts it back. As if shoving the memories back into that box will ever help. 

He then walks out grabbing a dagger with interesting capabilities. Specifically when the jewel on the hilt is pressed it becomes a sword. Made out of steel like the old days it is incredibly heavy in both forms of itself...but he carries it like it weighs nothing. He climbs out of his treasure room and grabs his phone as he walks outside.