Mikhail looked up, a quick waving motion drawing his attention. A woman was having him go into the Comissars office. He nodded, pocketing his datapad, and he stepped in quickly.
He blinked, noticing a different feeling in the room, something more tense. He nodded respectfully to the Commisar. "Good to see you again, comrade. I've seen quite a bit in my few days away." He stood quietly and patiently, waiting for his response, perhaps questioning what he had seen, and felt. His eyes traveled around the room, noting that nearly all of the furniture had been removed, save for the large handgun, and a table. He wrote it off in his mind, and remained quiet.
