A rare smile, albeit a slight one, broke over Dmitry's face when Svetlana caressed hardened groin lightly with her fingertips. The feel of her enameled nails grazing over the buldge of his pants was tantalizing enough to send a small shiver through Dmitry.<br/><br/>Before she left his office, he had one final instruction for his favored assistant.<br/><br/>"Come to me after you're finished with the American, and you can finish what you just started." Dmitry said, eluding to her teasing touch.<br/><br/>Soon after Svetlana's departure a red light lit up on his desk phone and Dmitry picked it up.<br/><br/>"Ms. Hill has arrived and checked in sir," said the voice on the other end.<br/><br/>"Good" Replied Dmitry, hanging up the phone with no more elaboration.<br/><br/>On his desk still lie the glossy photo of Ms. Hill. Dmitry sat there looking into the eyes of the woman, examining the curve of her face, the lay and shade of her hair. He rolled over in his mind's eye the deliciously rude and obscene things he would<em>do</em>to her, and the things he would make her<em>do.</em><br/><br/>He and Svetlana would indeed enjoy breaking this woman's will. Before it was all said and done she'd be little more than a lost little girl, malleable and docile.<br/><br/>He would both secure a significantly better contract deal for Gazprom, and have his way with this blond piece of American ass. It was win, win the way Dmitry saw it.