Vladimir listened to the inherent moaning coming from next door, as the sounds of a woman strangling a set of bagpipes droned into his room.
"Compared to her. At least you can sing. Congratulations, you're now part of the SCRA's choir boys club. A person such as you will probably earn the nickname... "wife".. Ah ha!"
He stuck the shotgun in the recruit's face.
"Or is that what you want? To be bent over and humiliated? Or do you want more? What drives you in here to my mad house?!"
The shotgun was at the bridge of the recruits nose, and Vladimir grinned as he pushed him back against the wall with it.