Nikita Tabakov normally was the very face of 'Calm & Collected'. However sometimes calm simply wasn't proper and some conversations required being heated and fear-inspiring to ensure quality within recruits.
Still this wasn't one of those times, as the black uniformed man opened a side-door leading into the lobby he snapped his finger right at the man who just turned in the paper.
"You Citizen! Come with me." he coldly demanded before turning sharply and re-entering the small 'office'. The room was very spartan, two chairs sitting across from one another, separated by a metal table. He put his blue ribboned peaked cap onto the table to the right of his now folded hands and waited patiently for the recruit to 'step into his parlor' as it were. His blue eyes coldly eying the door where the new applicant was to come from.
