"Three years," Jennifer replied absently.  She picked up her glass of water and sipped it, then set the glass back down on the table.  A wrinkle in the table cloth caught her eye for a moment, and she smoothed it out.<br/><br/>After a few moments, the waiter came over to their table to set down several plates of appetizers before them.  Jennifer smiled at the young man and then pulled the napkin off her plate, spreading it over her lap.  She used the tongs to seize some of the salad, setting it on her plate, then picked up one of the pickled vegetables, nibbling it.  "I love Russian cuisine," she told her dining companion as she finished the vegetable.<br/><br/>Jennifer poked at her salad with her fork for a minute.  The waiter returned, setting a plate of pelmeni before Jennifer and setting Svetlana's order before her.