Jennifer walked into the spa area of the hotel and was surprised when a woman with dark red hair stood to greet her.  She vaguely recognized the other woman as being a Gazprom representative from the business portfolio she'd studied, but that was about all she knew.<br/><br/>"Hello," Jennifer said in a small greeting, checking her slightly tousled blonde hair and then offering her hand to the other woman.  "I'm Jennifer Hill," she said by way of introduction.<br/><br/>Jennifer shrugged slightly, a bit confused.  "Oh, no worries," she reassured.  "The driver who met me at the airport was fine.  I love the room, the view is quite majestic."  She smiled slightly.<br/><br/>"Um, yes," she said, then smiled winsomely.  "After the flight, I'm pretty tightened up, so I thought a massage might be nice."<br/><br/>At that moment, the two massage attendants arrived, a taller brunette with her hair piled on top of her head and a pixie faced blonde woman with hair short, barely past her ears.<br/><br/>"This way," the brunette said in accented English, motioning for Jennifer (and Svetlana) to follow her to the preparation room.