<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Players/Characters</strong></span><br/>Zamdrist - Dmitry Andropov<br/>Elayne - Jennifer Hill<br/>syrorder - Svetlana<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Setting</strong></span><br/>Moscow, Baltschug Kempinski (hotel)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Notes</strong></span><br/>Gazprom - Russian oil company<br/>Dolgoprudnenskaya - Russian crime gang<br/>Halliburton - American company<br/>Baltschug Kempinski - hotel<br/>Sheremetyev - Moscow airport<br/><br/><strong>Premise</strong>- An American businesswoman travels to Moscow to negotiate the final details of a multi-million dollar business deal with Gazprom, a Russian oil company. Instead she falls prey to the charms of her beautiful hostess Svetlana, and is blackmailed and coerced by a criminal gang that is the real power behind the company.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>No Love from Russia</strong></span><br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ca/Roman_abramovich_29571s.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Baltschug Kempinski</strong></span><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/20071005-hotel-baltschug-kempinski-m.jpg)<br/><br/>Life was good to Dmitry these days. It wasn't always that way. Dmitry was a Cold War warrior, several years now retired from the military. Dmitry spent most of his time fighting in covert operations with the Spetsnaz. All his life he had been subjected to violence and torture. Be it from a drunken father beating him over the head with an empty bottle of Vodka, or the rigorous special forces training, or being held captive for three years, beaten and tortured in an Afghani prison.<br/><br/>Dmitry's manner was calm and self-assured, slow to anger these days, perhaps age had soothed his demons some. Demons he had to be sure, he was just more exacting and in control of them, than in his youth. He was tall at 6'2" and muscular from his years of military training. His eyes were grey, sharp and business like. A smile rarely broke his face, even if he was quite content and pleased with himself these days.<br/><br/>Dmitry was a mid ranked lieutenant in a Russian mafia gang called Dolgoprudnenskaya. It was his job to make money for the front company, called Gazprom. He was not the face of the company, but pulled the strings under the table and kept a low profile. Dmitry liked it that way. Through profits made by embezzlement, prostitution and drugs Dmitry supplanted the otherwise legit Gazprom while making a tidy sum of money himself. He also had at his disposal a pool of young Russian women he pimped out as escorts, hostesses and prostitutes. Approaching fifty, he had no compunction sampling any of them himself, women half his age or more. The way Dmitry looked at it, he had earned it. Tucked away in some high rise slum in another part of Moscow lived his show wife and young son. Someday he'd bring young Petro into the mafia but that was years away from now.<br/><br/>He operated out of the Baltschug Kempinski, a five-star hotel that still possessed its Old World charm with Russian architecture, adornments and ambiance. The Dolgoprudnenskaya owned the hotel and he had th run of the place and the staff's cooperation as he saw fit. Dmitry's close assistant was Svetlana, a beautiful young Russian woman. Their relationship otherwise might have resembled an uncle and niece, a mentor and student, if it weren't for the fact he was fucking her. Dmitry left no question who was in charge, whether it was ravaging her, bent her over a desk in the middle of the day, assigning her business projects of importance or renting her out as an escort to business partners. He took and gave what and when he wanted it. He was not without affection for the woman by any means. She was smart, possessed with a common sense rare in young female Russians, and was quite good at seducing just about anyone she desired.<br/><br/>Dmitry and Svetlana had been for almost year now cultivating a huge business deal with an American company, Halliburton. The deal would entail a contract for oil pipe line parts for a ten year span. Halliburton was asking for way too much money, much more than Dmitry was willing to part with. The deal however was almost consummated and they were sending their best and brightest negotiator to Moscow to meet and finalize the contract.<br/><br/>The American woman would be arriving tomorrow afternoon. There were only a few details left to finish and all would be in place.<br/><br/>"Svetlana!" Called Dmitry, from his office.<br/><br/>Dmitry lounged is what he called his office, but more resembled a lounge than an office. Indeed he sat at his cherry oak desk in a tall backed leather chair. Also about the room were two couches, a divan and a bar stocked with all sorts of spirits and wines. The floor was carpeted in a deep rich scarlet and the walls adorned with moderately fine paintings. The room was bright during business hours but could be dimmed in the evening for a more comfortable feel.<br/><br/>"Svetlana!"<br/>