Vlad had certainly seen the action and when Levi had ran the young Violinist ran after. He was a kid from the streets, he knew how shit worked, it was a kill or be killed kind of life sometimes, especially if you happened to show up on gang territory and they felt you didn't belong.
Once they were several blocks away Vlad called out, "Levi, Hold up!" one could not run well with the instrument case, and then the instrument its self in both hands. Vlad had to stop, he popped the case open and counted his earnings, he hadn't done too bad for the time he had spent on the corner. Money now in pockets he placed his instrument in the case, smiling as he ran his fingers over the wood before closing the case and sitting down, his back against the wall as he held the case to his chest tightly.