The brunette attendant stroked and oiled Jennifer until she was completely relaxed.  Afterwards, Jennifer rose from the massage table, wrapping her towel around herself as she headed back out to the dressing screen, pulling her clothing back on.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed, Jennifer joined Svetlana and headed out towards the hotel restaurant.  "As long as Gazprom's paying," Jennifer said with a small smile.  "My expense account isn't really designed for luxuries."<br/><br/>Heading into the restaurant, Jennifer inquired, "So, does Gazprom provide caviar and wine for all the foreign negotiators?  Or am I special?"<br/><br/>The head waiter nodded to the them upon entering, escorting the two women to a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant.  Jennifer took a seat, smoothing her top over her stomach and reclining in her chair.  "How long have you been a negotiator for Gazprom?" she asked Svetlana.