Koniev looked at the latest sheep herded to the slaughter. He rolled his eyes slightly before picking up the stack of prepared dossiers sitting on his table.
"Why don't you cretins ever introduce yourselves? Am I supposed to read your mind or should I make up a name for you?"
Just as the applicant was about to answer Koniev cut him off, raising his voice noticeably.
"Too late. I think I'll just make up a name for you. You look like a Nancy, so that'll do."
Koniev muttered something to himself while rubbing his eyes.
