It was a different story with Dzhokhar Zhivago. The Assistant Secretary to the Foreign Minister of Dagestan sent her an invitation to a cocktail party at the embassy a week ago. She had soft drinks all evening but was enchanted by the debonair Chechen and the glamorous ambiance of the grand parlor. He, unlike Kelly, ended the evening by kissing her hand and expressing hope they would get together again soon. She thought about him quite a bit since then, and his offer to accompany him to a reception at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel was gladly accepted.
She bought a new outfit for the occasion, a knee-length cerulean silk dress with dark blue nylons, heels and purse that appeared as ebon from a distance. She looked gorgeous and was told so by Dzhokhar, who treated her as royalty in escorting he
