-Thank you, comrade Comissar.
Dmitry sat on the closest chair, checked his clothes and looked at Comissar.
-As i already said im Dmitry Dubovik, son of Andrew Dubovik and Irina Dubovik. My father was a soldier of a glorious SCRA all time I can remember him. My mother is a keeper in the gas miner on orbit of planet Tbilisi. Im woking as a courier, delivering fuel to other our bases. Since my father was killed by Outcasts forces when he was out in recon mission in Omicron Theta system, Im often remembering when he and I trained in art of war. He learnd me how to shoot, how to fight, how to fly on his VHF. From 14 years my dream was join SCRA and working with my father. From his death passed already 4 years. But Im still want to be like my father. All this time I continued training in military arts. My mother understand me, but I see how she worries. I cant blame her for that, but I cant leave my dream so easilly. You heard my story, comrade Comissar. Im avaiting your questions.
Dmitry taked some deep breaths after so long story and prepared to answer for all quetions he will recieve.