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"I, ah, yes..." He looked at his feet shame faced. "I am Nicholai Markov, citizen of Zvezdny Gorodok. First son of the Markov family." He swapped the armpit the orange overalls were in. "I booked an appointment with your secretary yesterday..." Then he went back to staring at the Commissar's left ear.

There was a truly horrible noise from behind him as one of the maintenance workers picked the corpse up by it's shoulders, foolishly allowing it's head to go unsupported. The bone structure already weakened by the plethora of bullets that had shattered it, collapsed, and spewed it's insides across the floor.

There was muted swearing in more Russian. Nicholai paled, and he couldn't even see what had happened. The Commissar, who clearly could see what had happened over Nicholai's shoulder remained unphased.

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