A scrawny, pale-skinned individual with a few days' stubble marched into the office, not bothering to make sure that his greatcoat didn't collect any blood from the two executed applicants that had only been removed minutes previous, the floor still not cleaned up after.
He ignored the current applicant, speaking to Weise.
"I heard gunfire," he said, before pausing a moment. Weise shrugged.
"Good job, Commander, we can't have recruits that are missing chromosomes like that wasting perfectly good fighters."
Eugen smirked, and pointed at Kirill as he drank some liquor from the bottle.
The man, Commissar-Captain Gorodetsky, spun around, the blood on the soles of his boots only speeding this up. He pulled a large calibre pistol from underneath his coat.
"Tell me why your life is worth more than the bullet in this hand-cannon's chamber! You have seven seconds!"
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