A stunning lack of choice was the overriding theme of Svetlana Baronova's life, beginning from turning to Dolgoprudnenskaya at a young age to support a largely impoverished family at the tail end of the Cold War.  At the young age of ten, she assisted in the sale and safe transport of illegal drugs and drug money, though her capacity for carrying out the tasks assigned to her discretely and efficiently without ever being overly near to capture meant that her responsibilities grew rather swiftly in spite of her age.<br/><br/>By late adolesence, she'd begun to find more of her attentions pointed towards Gazprom instead of the extra-legal aspects of the organization, until her duties were entirely intertwined with the oil company's.<br/><br/>She did not, of course, entirely cease in breaking the law, but the nature of her crimes shifted; aside from assisting in the occasional white collar crime, once she was of the proper age, she did her part in facillitating difficult or lucrative deals by escort to the representatives of companies that Gazprom had dealings with.  Whether it was to create blackmail by catching key members of those companies' staffs in compromising positions, or simply currying favor to make them more amicable to deals that benefitted her employers, Svetlana was willing and able to do that which was asked of her.<br/><br/>'What was asked of her' included, of course, seeing to the needs of Dmitry Andropov, her superior in Gazprom; she yielded readily to his demands in all things, both because he was above her in ranking and because those that weren't well-reasoned and well-intentioned were not unsavory or undesireable to her.  To be used as she at times was by him was neutral at worst; certainly, it was little different from being with the men and women she was assigned to spend many of her nights with, save for the frequency and familiarity with which it occured.  It was her job.  It was one of the multiple ways in which she advanced her position and esteem in Gazprom.<br/><br/>It was rather fun in its way, too, and that most certainly helped.<br/><br/>Typically, when summoned via the sound of Dmitry's voice - whether carried through the air naturally or via the aid of an intercom - two shouts was all it took for her to be standing just inside of his doorway.  Her space was near enough to his that any more of a delay meant a severe hold-up or greater proximity.<br/><br/>"Yes?" she gently questioned as she settled with her hands folded neatly before herself, far opposite his desk.  She was, given that her duties included more than simply escorting key clients, dressed professionally in a black blazer and slacks, white dress shirt and black tie.  Her hair - darkly red to the point of approaching black - was as carefully styled as it ever was to maintain a distinct appearance of femininity in spite of its short length, and the thinly framed glasses she wore over her eyes were pushed all the way up along the bridge of her nose to minimize slippage.  The cut of her clothes, despite their professional nature was such that they left little to imagine so far as the shape of her figure, despite the lack of proper exposure; she was soft and generously curvy where she ought to be, flattering her rather petite frame.