As the guy kept yelling, Alexi looked around the room quickly, and found an empty liquor bottle lying around.  He gave it a couple of test swings, and nodded to himself.  "I.. don't really remember last night.  I hope that, i you do, I wasn't overly disappointing.  In fact, the last thing I remember was entering the bar of the Hotel Elysee to me a.. friend.  Who was a middle aged man, not a woman like yourself.  I'd remember that much."  He headed over to the door, taking his turn looking out the peephole.  "I guess we're in a different hotel, though.  Elysee is a bit nicer, if I remember."  He admired the pluck of the man outside, wearing an outfit like that, while he considered what to tell Ysabel.  When in doubt, probably best to stick with at least some form of cover.  "I'm Hans Brackenhaus, and I specialize in the machine tool trade between certain firms in West Germany and the Soviet Union.  And, if I owe you money, I'll gladly pay you once we get out of here."<br/><br/>He looked back through the peephole. "Here is what I propose: First, we let this man with no fashion sense through the door.  2) I hit him on the head with this bottle.  3) We tie him hip with the electrical cords from the lamps. 4) We find out if the Bulgarians, the Stassi or the GRU sent him, by whatever means are required. 4) We take his beer.  This way, if we have to kill him, we will have his beer, at least."<br/>