Jennifer looked out at the airport tarmac, waiting impatiently as the airplane taxied off the landing strip and towards the debarking zone.  After the long flight from Washington to Moscow she was eager to be off the plane.  Fortunately, she had flown business class -- The flight coach must have been unbearable.<br/><br/>She stood up, adjusting her long blonde pony tail, then reached up for the overhead compartment and retrieved her carry on bag.  Then she strolled down the carpet to the steps were the business class passengers were being disembarked.  She climbed down the heavy metal steps and then strolled over towards the doors into the airport proper.<br/><br/>Russian customs stopped her to check her passport and Visa, then made her open her carry on bag, showing that she hadn't brought anything illegal into the country.  After reaching the all clear, Jennifer made her way over to the plastic seats of the airport, taking a seat with a sigh, waiting for her suitcase to clear customs.<br/><br/>She didn't have to wait long.  After about 20 minutes her case came off the conveyor belt and she went over to claim it, then headed out of the passenger area.  She was eager to get to the hotel and get a  good night's sleep and a chance to clean up.  She was never able to doze off on a plane.<br/><br/>A driver was waiting for her, holding up a sign "Jennifer Hill", written in both English and Cyrillic script.  She walked over and waved to the man, holding up her passport.  He barely glanced at it, taking her suitcase and waving her out to a small town car that was waiting.  He opened the back door for her, then moved around to put her suitcase in the trunk.  Jennifer climbed into the car, pulling the door closed and soon they were headed off to the hotel.