The Commissar raised the index finger of his free hand as he sat back down, indicating that Grigory should wait a moment, smoking away on his cigar with an unreadable face.
He typed away for a moment.
"The records we have on the ship you arrived on seem to be in good order, but we'll need to confirm your full name, pilot."
As he asked him this, he dismissively offered Grigory a stubby, fat cigar, obviously not caring whether he took it or not.