Getting To Moscow

Our trip there was long. No getting around it. We both worked half day, got on a 6 pm flight. We connected through Germany, and get to Moscow in the afternoon the following day. Here's our view of the planes in Frankfurt. As we get to customs in Moscow, they flag Mike right through. Me? Well, they look at my picture. According to Mike, my photo looks like a girl on some picture in the booth. Then, 4 or 5 people come and look, the guy waves me back. I cannot figure if he means stay or go back behind the line. I stay. I have no clue what the hold up is, and start to panic. 5-6 people go. Finally, I get flagged through. I was told as I re-entered the U.S. that the visa listed my maiden name, not my married name. Anyway, find our driver with the "Armstrongs" sign, and were off to the hotel. We get there, check in, our driver was wonderful and made sure that we could understand the whole process. He reiterates, our big day is tomorrow and a driver who does not understand English will pick us up in the morning for a 9:45 meeting. We are told to meet in the lobby in the a.m. Mike and I get to the room, get our romance package welcome, and await the countdown for the morning. I call home and ask questions I have already asked a million times - what to do? wear? say? how to act? I try to remain calm, but obviously I was not.