Alexej was totally surprised of the new recruit just storming in. Thining what he could say the applicant remained quiet. He felt the succes of the social credit in his own life. It was a refreshing change after the trouble of the ration coupons. And then, he spoke half of a word, the bolt of Leifs weapon moved into his neck, cutting the carotid artery. With a surprised grimace he felt down.
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In the meanwhile, the young Nikolai Chevchenko entered the waiting room of the Trotzky. He looked like he worked down on Volgograd for at least thirty years though he was not older than 25 at all. Entering the room full of recruits he throwed a "Privet!" against the mass of applicants and took a number. As there were not even empty chairs left to sit down he just leaned at the wall, watching the other recruits and those who got thrown out of the commisars' offices, slowly loosing his self confident smile on the scarred face.
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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