Commissar Gorodetsky nodded as he saw Stenka Razin enter. Well-presented in his overalls, but not looking lke some sort of ponce. A good start, a good first impression.
He smiled, just a little, when he stamped on the dying man on the floor. Good, he was capable of doing what needed to be done... not some child-like idealist that thought they were all some sort of happy-smiley hippy organisation. Excellent.
Well, time to ask a question or two, reasoned the Commissar, appearing to be rapidly taking notes on a sheet of paper...
After about thirty seconds, he turned the sheet of paper to the patient young man, showing him a (very bad) sketch of what appeared to be a sheep.
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