(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/34/032213B.jpg)<br/><br/>Rebecca entered the ornate and luxurious reception lobby. Black and white veined columns of marble were spaced across before her, the check-in desk fashioned of rich wood was to her right. The floor was of a different coloring of marble, a pale cream color, more marble made up the staircase to her left with gold gilded railings. A large and distinctly Russian rug led its visitors to the reception desk, and Rebecca made her way in that direction.<br/><br/>Ahead of her she saw a woman leaning on the counter talking to one of the clerks. The first thing she noticed was the shock of white hair. Few could pull off such a look, and this woman was one of those select few. The Russian woman was quite attractive, Rebecca decided, the hint of legs past the hem of her skirt spoke to a sultry form, and never mind the ass which would tempt anyone. Most of all though she was jealous of the woman's low heeled black suede boots.<br/><br/><em>Damn, she's hot.</em>Rebecca mused to herself.<br/><br/>It was then she added up the clues and realized this could only be Varinka Mikhailicheva, the Gazprom representative she was to connect with. She recognized the woman from a photograph sent to her and so she approached the woman.<br/><br/>"Varinka Mikhailicheva?" Rebecca stumbled over the surname name, the sounds unfamiliar to her. The exotic appearing Russian beauty turned and her eyes lit up in recognition.<br/><br/>Rebecca Downs had arrived, in her sharp blue pantsuit, rolling blond locks and friendly blue eyes. With anticipation she looked forward to this trip and securing the lucrative deal. Her manner was friendly but not overly familiar, the peak of professionalism and Texan warmth.