Right. Where are my manners, you probably don't even know who I am do you?
*Petrov lights a Cigar and takes out a sharp military machete*
I am Ivan Petrov. Colonel Ivan Petrov of the Coalition High Command. Colonel of the Revolutionary Army. Before you get all emotional and doing things without knowing with whom you speaking again. Let's see what my Machete wishes to do.
*Piotr stands up and takes a step back, while Petrov moves at him realy fast*
So let me ask you again, you want to join the Revolution?
*Petrov packs Piotr's arm and pushes him against he Wall*
You have come here at your own risk, I assume you already know that. I don't know what is wrong with you but I know for sure, you do not belong here. Neither the Army, nor the Coalition!
*Petrov slices a finger of Piotr's hand. Piotr started screaming after Petrov spilled vodka over the wound*
Well well, screaming are we!? How about we end your pain!?
*The Senor Lieutenant outside the door wondered what happened in there as suddenly the Door opened and Piotr's head was rolling out*