Rebecca enjoyed the sights on their brief tour by the Kremlin through the Red Square and the nearby St. Basil's. The gorgeous cathedral was intricate and beautiful. Its unique beauty such a contrast to the modern business centre, and the stoic architecture of the Kremlin. Varkina was especially quiet, even withdrawn on their walk. Rebecca took note and kept her questions and comments to a minimum. Perhaps the woman would warm up by dinner time.<br/><br/>The two would meet again in the main lobby, for dinner at the hotel's first-rate restaurant. Rebecca had never sampled authentic Russian cuisine and she was eager to sample a dish.<br/><br/>Back in her luxurious corner hotel room Rebecca laid down for a short nap. Her flight had been long and she had had no time to rest since arriving in Moscow. Evening was coming on and when she rose again, some forty-five minutes later, the view outside her hotel window was entrancing. The Kremlin's lights were on, as well as St. Basil's, lighting up the iconic structures beautifully. She fired up her laptop and was pleased to see the hotel's wireless Internet provided a strong connection. She checked her e-mail, both personal and business.<br/><br/>Rebecca poured herself another whiskey and coke and set about getting ready for the evening's dining. In the shower she rinsed off the day's walk, dried off and went through her things to decide what she would wear. She chose a sleeveless silver ruched dress that flattered her figure, long legs and showed off her natural Texan tan. Under her dress she wore a pair of matching thongs, on her feet silver heels. She spent some time getting her blond locks just how she wanted them, and touched up her makeup, applying a succulent red to her lips and darkened her lashes to an enticing midnight coloring. At her ears she hung dangling earrings of silver disks. Lastly she applied a light portion of L'Aminant musk, a sexy perfume she favored.<br/><br/>Ever the careful traveler she double checked her passport was tucked away in a inconspicuous place, buried in a deep pocket in her suitcase. She left her Blackberry charging beside the powered-down laptop on its cradle. After the last of several rechecks in the bathroom vanity, Rebecca headed to the elevator that would take her to the lobby, pearl studded clutch in hand, her heels clicking sharply on the marble flooring.