The call came. For a brief wonderful moment in time Leroy was relieved that the wait was over. This fleeting sense of tranquility quickly died when it dawned on him just what it was he was waiting for. He tensed up, his palms became sweaty, and panic and adrenaline shot through his body like a bullet. All he had to do was stand up, and walk. This simple task had never been harder, and it took him a bit longer than he would have liked to mange to stand up.
He walked, and by some God given miracle managed to make it into the interview room. He stood tall, puffed out his chest and clasped his sweaty hands behind his back.
"Commissar, good day" he said, a tinge of both worry and pride in his voice.