The work of the Dolgoprudnenskaya was often a mix of both legitimate and not so legitimate dealings. And such there was work yet to complete in regards to the final offer that made up the contract between Gazprom and Halliburton. Dmitry was never a desk jockey, he had staff and assistants for such work. Nevertheless there was some document review and cross-references to be made to ensure everything had been completed to his satisfaction. The offer Halliburton and Ms. Hill had made him was unacceptable and Dmitry had his staff write up a new proposal that suited their needs better and was, truth be told a scandalous bargain.<br/><br/>There would be no way, under normal circumstances would his proposal be accepted. Indeed, the disparity in numbers were so far apart, they likely would have cut off negotiations completely. The proposal however had yet to be submitted and seen only by himself and a handful of Gazprom personnel. Ms. Hill would be presented the proposal at tomorrow's meeting, but only after it was made clear to her the precarious position she was in and that this offer was the only offer Gazprom would accept. Indeed it wasn't truly even an offer in the strictest sense.<br/><br/>Ms. Hill would eventually sign on, of that Dmitry did not doubt. She would be properly persuaded however, a 'chore' Dmitry looked forward to diving into head first.<br/><br/>The room Ms. Hill was assigned was previously alloted for this project, as was the room next door to hers. The woman's room was generously bugged and quality surveillance cameras were placed about discreetly. From the adjoining suite, Dmitry would be able to view all the goings on with all of the appropriate recording gear needed to capture the moment. Whether the room was lit or dark the video quality would be top notch. Whether the two love birds were on the bed, the divan or in the bathroom, all angles were covered.<br/><br/>The nature of this project was not coincidence as Dmitry specialized later in his special ops career in surveillance, and so he oversaw every detail. With Svetlana on detail, Dmitry expected a good show.<br/><br/>Dmitry rose from his desk and checked his Rolex for the time. It would be several hours before Svetlana would take the American to dinner, and so there was some time left to relax. His office sat in the sub-basement of the hotel, a place only a handful of even hotel employees were even aware of and from where Dmitry operated. He left his office and took a freight elevator up to the main hotel floors.<br/><br/>In a private room his personal masseuse awaited his arrival.<br/><br/>"Afternoon Sonya," greeted Dmitry. Sonya, a svelte and petite beauty with glossy black curls down her shoulders greeted him back. Dmitry knew not her age but would have guessed she was in her mid-twenties. A man less accustomed to having beautiful women around at his disposal might have gawked at Sonya, but Dmitry was no such typical man. Sonya wore only a diminutive pair of black bikini-cut panties tied with a thin string on the left and right sides of her hips. She couldn't have been larger than a B-cup size, with each breast topped with a small pink nipple.<br/><br/>Sonya stood by at the ready as Dmitry undressed, taking each article of clothing he shed from him and carefully hung up his suit coat, shirt and pants and carefully laid out his under clothes. Dmitry cut no less an impressive pose nude than he did in an Italian suit. Hardened muscles scared liberally with various punishments over the decades bore out his rough past. His chest hair reflected the hair on his head and its color, shifting to gray, bespoke of his age and experience.<br/><br/>Though he'd taken from Sonya as much as any of his close assistants, his visit today was purely for a relaxing massage, of which she equally excelled at, as she was at other relaxing activities.<br/><br/>Time enough for fucking later, thought Dmitry. He rather relished getting his hands on Svetlana so soon after her encounter with Ms Hill. He even imagined, or rather allowed himself to day dream he might even smell the woman on Svetlana.<br/><br/>So it was Dmitry laid down on the masseuse table as Sonya dimmed the lights low and saw to her oils, incense and lotions. Dmitry closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander aimlessly and banished any thought from his head. Time to relax and be sharp when it counted most.