She let her enter and composed herself a bit as Zoya approached to the bed, trying to give her a soft smile while her hand was groping for the dark glasses on the top of the chest of drawers, to cover her annoying twitching look, not to disturb this young woman, their 'guest'.<br/><em>'What a pleasant voice you have for a spy...'</em><br/>"Zoya.. Good morning.. Yes, I think.. it's morning.. and seems Heath is gone. Is he?.. Anyway, I hope you found something to eat for breakfast. Would you like me to give you a cup of tea or coffee?"<br/>When her fingers finally reached what she was looking for she placed it in front of her eyes and with a confident move she wanted to stand up and head towards the door... but in the next moment she simply felt the carpet under her chin and her whole weight lying there helplessly.<br/><br/>"Gosh..." - Elvra hissed and returned to reality.<br/>- Maybe it was her who had to appear in the role of the host but it seemed impossible now. Her arms didn't obey her anymore when she wanted to rise. She was like a beautiful race-horse with broken legs agonising next to the fence that was there to jump<em>over</em>it...<br/>