SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Jack Ryan]

Oleg walked into the lobby of the recruitment office, and yawned as he twisted his body around to the side, cracking his back.
Walking up to the reception desk, a young woman sat with a headset around her head, it's black plastic band bearing the SCRA logo.

"Hello, My name is Oleg Kaczmarczov, I am here to apply to join the ranks of the glorious fleet." Oleg removed his cap as be said this, attempting to be polite.

"Alright comrade, please take a seat and wait for your name to be called." The receptionist replied in a monotone voice, not even looking up from her terminal.

"Da, of course." Oleg placed his cap back on his head, and shuffled over to the last remaining seat in the waiting room, a tiny, white plastic chair fit for a young teenager at best.
Once he had bent down enough to place his large frame upon the chair, he could be compared to a circus clown, squatting into a tiny car to perform some slapstick performance.
Looking down the row, Oleg scratched his rough stubble, as he analyzed each person in the row. Some were nervous, sweating through their clothes. Some remained calm, eyes shut, breathing deeply. Oleg shrugged inwardly, before picking up one of the propoganda magazines, and began to read.

As he slowly read the book from cover to cover, the aisle slowly emptied. Name after name was called. Some returned from the office triumphant, beaming from ear to ear. Some did not return at all.
This did not bother Oleg, he was confident in his success.

Finishing his magazine, Oleg looked down the aisle. He was next in line.

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