Gorodetsky snarled as Thorvaldsson attempted to call him a homosexual. Screw him, he thought, he could have him branded a traitor...
Actually, that was probably a bad idea. He could take it out on the two applicants in the room with him and Commander Eugen Weise.
He squeezed a small microphone on his jacket, speaking into it softly, but menacingly,
"Guards..."
Before he could even finish what he was saying, four brutish men in thick, dark armour, their entire heads obscured by terrifying full-face helmets, barged into the room.
Eugen looked around, startled, spitting a little.
"Where the hell were you hiding those steroid-pumped freaks?!"
Commissar Gorodetsky stood, calm and composed. Wasn't he a drunk twenty seconds ago?
He smiled. That wasn't good.
"Take Stukov and Koslov away. Permanently. That is all."
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