As Ronald walked into the Commissar's office, he was followed in by one of the guards, quickly assaulted by the butt of a rifle to the back of the head, dragging his limp body out of the room, where he would be shot afterwards.
With a sigh, Vladimir returned his attention to the man who had just introduced himself, beckoning him to take a seat. He wished the applicants had the good sense to just take a seat instead of failing to exert what little common sense they had.
"Unless you want to share a seat with him, there are two that remain vacant." Vladimir was eying McKinley's lifeless body, limply positioned in the chair where he still sat.