"Breznev, eh?" grunted the Commissar, blowing smoke rings nonchalantly.
"Any relation to Commodore Oleg Brezhnev?" he wondered aloud.
He didn't bother waiting for a reply, having punched this into the terminal in front of him.
"Nope, any familial relation is considerably distant... mm...
Records look good, by my count... but still..."
He blew another smoke ring as the applicant sat smoking the offered cigar. The Coalition officer then pointed to a sign behind Grigory. He could never have seen it, what with it being on the door he entered through. The commissar shook his head in a disappointed fashion.