Koniev's blank, disinterested expression remained on his face, his eyes firmly locked on the other man's. Again he started at the applicant, letting an awkward silence settle in the room before asking the next question.
"The cause? Tell me, what do you know of our cause?"
Just as Alex was about to reply he spoke again, deliberately cutting him off.
"Hold on for a moment."
He opened a drawer, and pulled a pack of cigarettes, as well as a pistol, which he set on the table in front of him. He took out a cigarette and lit it, taking in a deep drag, before returning his gaze to Alex.
