Mikhail left the office, with a light smile on his face. When he looked at the questionnare he received, the smile disappeared. Many questions, some of them were easy, some of them were harder. The carefully sat down and filled it out, hoping his answers will be enough.
After double-checking whole document, he was waiting again until the other applicants will be finished. One of the applicants walked out of the office, looking around, then walking away quite fast. Just a few seconds after, two marines were after him. The man saw them and ran behind a corner, with marines behind him. Suddenly, gunshots were heard from behind of the corner, trough the whole corridor. The applicants waiting nearly jumped off their chairs. Soon all went quiet. One marine was returning back. Then another group of soldiers appeared from the opposite side of the corridor, one of them obviously a medic, with a red cross on his helm. The one marine which was returning pointed at the corner. The group headed there, and disappeared behind the corner.
Seems like this is nearly a routine here, thought Mikhail for himself. Soon he was permitted to enter the office again, to hand over the questionnare.
As he entered the room, he saluted the commissar again.
"I have filled it out as you asked...erm... Comrade Commissar."
He gave him the paper, and the comissar started reading it.
