<div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5bdb/gtzmh0yoblqmsvs6g.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"> ANASTASIA’S (BERLIN)</span></strong> <br/><br/>___________</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>PW:</em>  We hop into the cab and Jaclyn confirms that it’s up to us and without knowing <em>Anastasia’s</em> accedes to Ari’s suggestion.  <strong>“<em>Hee-hee!</em>  I’m not sure how many stars are allocated, or how they are if at all, but she has told me when we met her that this location is her jewel.”</strong><br/><br/>I hand the address to the cabdriver, he looks at us, looks at Jaclyn, shrugs and begins the journey.  <em>Jehoshaphat!  I hope that he does not think that Jaclyn is, errr, an employee and that we are her customers!</em>  <em>Egad!</em>  <br/><br/><em>Ari:</em>  As the cab ride begins, I offer, “I have always been known as the more trustworthy brother.  For what it’s worth.” <br/><br/>The ride wends its way through the streets of Berlin.  I can tell we’re getting close, noticing brighter lights, street walkers.  (I wonder if Jaclyn will blanch and suggest that we go truly three star).<br/><br/><em>PW:</em>  We get out of the cab as the driver points to a door.  The entranceway seems obvious.<br/><br/><strong>“From what Anastasia’s explained, there’s a more transient flavor for the two first floors.  Third floor, a bar and above that rooms by the day, week and even the month.  The nicer rooms are Egyptian themed, . . .  from what I understand.”</strong> <br/><br/>As we walk in, two men with one woman, it seems that we’re set—no one approaches us.  <br/><br/>Walking up two flights of stairs, I see the bar to the side and an elegant stairway leading further upward.  There’s a concierge(?).  I smile warmly, <strong>“Might Anastasia be here?  Warcaof.  That’s us.  Could you tell her, we’ll need two rooms, three if you have that many.”</strong>  The woman gestures for us to go to the bar, nods and walks up the stairs.  <br/><br/><strong>“This is going capitally.  The woman seems to understand English—we don’t have to rely on Ari’s German and I’m assuming Anastasia will be down shortly.  <em>Capital!</em>”</strong>  <br/><br/><em>Ari:</em>  I’m not sure about the stars, but there is a notable upgrade as we reach the third floor.  Peter’s mention of Anastasia gets a turn of heads from the girls at the bar and a sidling over allowing for four seats.  Keeping one between me and the girls, I gesture for Jaclyn to take the next.  (I’m not sure of the setup or house rules—we don’t want Jaclyn propositioned.)<br/><br/><em>PW:</em>  Getting settled, at the bar, <em>Hee-hee!</em>, <strong>“Their top-shelf looks nicely stocked.  One indicator of thoughtfulness.  What is your fuel of choice Jaclyn?”</strong>  The closest group of girls are in ardent conversation, about what I’m not sure, but it’s a fine opportunity to get our discussion started.   <br/></span>