The suite was expansive and beautifully adorned. Again, Rebecca regretted only that her stay would be short and would not have the time she wished to fully enjoy all that was offered. The jacuzzi was particularly tempting and she fully planned on taking advantage of that before she went to bed for the night. She had stayed in fine hotels around the world before, but the distinctly Russian look and feel of the suite, with all the amenities made it quite unique from any other place she had stayed before. The views of the Kremlin and St. Basil's were stunning, the buildings so different from one another, their reputations proceeding themselves and so iconic.<br/><br/>Varinka was gracious enough to give her a whirlwind tour of the suite. Rebecca imagined playing 'hostess' to hotel guests was not her usual gig as an Gazprom business associate. Rebecca could not decide if the woman's voice was snarky, snide or what, she could not put her finger on it. Her accent came and left, seemingly a random fashion. One thing she was sure of, the curious and exotic Russian woman was quite attractive, and had they met under different conditions, Rebecca would likely have hit on the woman.<br/><br/>"Thank you for showing me around, I appreciate it."<br/><br/>Varinka suggested they eat, or find the boots Rebecca so liked. Rebecca was hungry and thus suggested the shopping trip, a bite to eat, and perhaps a run by St. Basil's for a closer look. It was just an hour past noon and so dinner was many hours off. She dug into the liquor cabinet and poured herself a whiskey and coke.<br/><br/>"Drink?"<br/><br/>Later Rebecca cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable and casual for their afternoon trip into Moscow. She chose a pair of cream colored pants and a black blouse. It was heaven to get out of the stiff business attire and heels, her comfortable flats a welcome change.<br/><br/>"So, where first?"