<em>Yakuzi.</em>Rebecca presumed Varink referred to a jacuzzi, her Russian accent intermingled with her words. Rebecca understood her well enough and soon picked up on her vernacular. The elevator was no less appointed than the lobby, and she imagined the whole complex was much like that, it was a rough gig she had, but someone had to do it, right? As the elevator doors closed Rebecca set down her laptop bag and adjusted her purse over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"I love those boots of yours Varinka, I'll see if I cant pick up a pair of them myself," Rebecca said.<br/><br/>She checked her Blackberry and her boss had replied to her message regarding her arrival. Rebecca was a seasoned traveler and made sure someone always knew of her general location, arrival and departure. She slipped the PDA back into her purse beside her passport.<br/><br/>"This hotel is beautiful. Your country too, there are such wonderful places to see, I wish my stay would be longer here. I think I'll rest up and we can meet for dinner then, say in a couple hours? How shall I reach you?"<br/><br/>Rebecca had brought with her a selection of items to wear, including a handful of evening dresses, figuring at least one night they would be put to good use, and she had one particular outfit in mind that would suit the evening well. She did not plan to stay up very late and needed her rest in any event. The business meeting tomorrow started at 10 AM and she planned to be rested and prepared for the negotiations.<br/><br/>The elevator doors opened again and Varinka led Rebecca to the suite assigned to her, leading the way into the accommodations.