Dorian came close to the Perov and gave him papers.
Consider yourself very lucky and very happy. I do not have time to figure out how you feel towards Premier or towards Ikon of Ikons. Nor that I have patience to listen to one of another 'patriotic' stories. If anything goes wrong, Im sure there will be enough of officers that will be happy to send a bullet in your skull. So for your own sake - do not screw up. Julia turned back to table and pointed at a door. Get outside and fill those papers and hand over to secretar. Then I believe someone will take you to either hangar, to give you own ship, or an airlock, to show you what oblivion is.
''Yes, Comrade Commissar. Good bye!'' - said Petrov and headed towards the door.
After Michail left, Julia went back for her work, waiting for another applicant to come.