No words were given in response to Dmitry's final order, because none were needed; Svetlana's compliance was simply understood, and there were more pressing matters to tend to besides.  The entire trip from the hotel's sub-basements to its upper levels was spent with her ear pressed to her cell phone.<br/><br/>One call was placed to the restaurant to make reservations and arrange ahead of time for a bottle of high quality vodka to be prepared for the meal to come, while another arranged for several pliable hotel staffers to keep her abreast of Ms. Hill's whereabouts, should she be spotted; once that was attended to, she smoothed her hands down the front of her blazer and stepped free from the last of the stairs she'd ascended to reach the hotel proper.<br/><br/>Contrary to the outline of her plan in Dmitry's office, she had no real intention of literally wandering the lobby and praying; aside from the spies scattered about the hotel, keeping their eyes peeled for Jennifer, Svetlana herself was set upon making a careful circuit through the facillities, sticking to the amenities she thought it likely a freshly arrived traveler might avail herself of.  Thus, she chatted idly with a masseuse in the spa area, she sipped from a coffee purchased from a premium purveyor, she window-shopped, and generally she did her best not to stand out as she kept her eyes peeled for her American target.