Lukas heard the commissar's shout, and glanced at a nearby guard. The guard rolled his eyes and motioned him towards the door. Slowly, he stood up and proceeded towards the open door.
He stood in the doorway, taking note of the red stain on the floor, the mahogany desk and the man who stared evenly at him from the other side.
He stepped forward, waiting for further direction.
"Commissar," he said respectfully, clasping his hands behind his back.