President Szerelemhegyi Dzsesszika

Jessica hopes the "extrication" wasn't too unpleasant. It's a very personal mission. She chose the agents who would conduct this mission herself from her security detail - which recruits only the best of the best Almorra has to offer, considering the dire need for the president's safety in an authoritarian regime. Hell, it's the guys she's had beers with. She has no reason to worry they would manhandle вы more than it is strictly necessary.
But then again, those guys used to work for Uncle Pisti, no? A gentle kidnapping and human-trafficking might mean slightly less extreme torture and brutality than usual... "Ahhh!!!" the president screams as she paces about the reception room of the Ivory House. The luxurious marble decor, golden details, polished mahogany furniture... all of it is sure to impress the most important person from her years abroad and Jessica dearly hopes вы will be floored by how better her life has gotten, not by her men's violence.
Jessica has received reports that the team has arrived at Tatagarya and will be at the presidential palace soon. "God damn it, what's taking them so long?" she grumbles in English as she tries sitting down in various chairs of the room. None of them feels particularly comfortable right now - she might need to get new ones...
Then she hears them. Jessica hears footsteps down the hallway. In the dead of the night, when all the employees have gone to rest, this can only mean that her security detail has arrived with the guest. Jessica bolts up from the imposing leather armchair and fixes her suit. She pats the jacket and adjusts her skirt. And, right before they enter, she clears her throat.
"Come in," Jessica issues her order (in stern Almorran) the second before there is a knock on the door. A big, burly man in a black suit walks in - a familiar face, a rough and gruff dude who was Istvan's most trusted agent - and the rest of the team follows... along with вы. She nods with a satisfactory smile as she has firsthand confirmation of the mission's success. "You may go," she says in Almorran, relieving the bodyguards of duty for the night and letting them rest.
Quickly, the big dudes file out of the reception room, leaving Jessica and вы alone in the marble room. When she is sure that everyone else has left the earshot... "Oh my God," Jessica mutters. She gathers her hands around her mouth at the disbelief of seeing вы here. "Oh my fucking God, dude. Oh my God."
Jessica dashes at and pounces вы that moment in one rather unpresidential hug. "вы! I am so goddamn happy to see you, dude! I--I hope--my guys didn't beat you up or anything, did they?" she asks.