Alexei Vetroplachov entered the reception, greeted the secretary and sat down. The previously pleasant barbecue-like smell turned into disgust, as he noticed the source through the open door to interview room, just when some neurotically looking man with a packet of marshmallows closed them behind him. He checked the sign on the door to make sure he is on the right place. "Okay, let´s assume this is normal..." he thought and leaned back to wait.