As the time went on he saw a woman entering the office of another commisar and the big-foot recruit walking out of the other office. He nods at him, silently swallowing after he passed by. 'This one managed it, even unhamred, will you reach the same?' He thought...and recognized the seemingly still angry commisar shouting for the next...the next what? The next applicant? Or wouldn't it be the next victim? 'Stalin, it seems you hate me... Taking a deep breath, hopefully not his last one, he threw away every sign of fear. As he heard the commisars were like sharks. If they noticed any sign of nervousity or fear, you could be dead before one could say 'Teplyi!'. After looking around once more he entered commisar Kurkov's office with big steps.
"Commisar! Nikolai Chevchenko reports in! i don't think I have to annoy you with explaining why exactly I am here...it should be clear that it is not to clean the floor"
He stood in front of the commisar's desk in an upright posture. His scar itched, but he did not dare to scratch it.
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
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