Koniev rolled his eyes, finally breaking his stare.
"Do you know how many times I hear this same old story? It almost feels rehearsed. And you have still told me nothing about who you are, something that could have helped me overlook your naive view of Sirius and just exactly what the SCRA is."
He cocked the pistol.
"You've wasted my patience."
Koniev pulled the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the room as the bullet hit Forge in the forehead. The commissar took the cigarette from his mouth and set it on an ashtray sitting in his desk. He stood up, walked over to the corpse, and put two bullets into the applicant's heart, just to be on the safe side. All kinds of people were surviving head wounds these days.
He opened the door and yelled to the secretary to get a clean-up crew inside the office.