"Papers? Whew..." Salah thought. Still, that one came close. Actually, it made sense to assume that she had a gun in one hand and the papers in the other.
He took the papers, the only thing that left his mouth was a simple "Thanks", then he started filling them, in silence.
Minutes passed, Salah put in the papers everything he remembered from school and from the naval academy, improvising with what he didn't remember. He cursed himself every time he felt a hole in his memory, cursed himself for not having paid attention to this or that subject years before in class, and he swore he would've cursed himself if anything wrong would've come out of this.
When he was done, he tried to get the Commissar's attentions, without insisting.
