A middle aged, unruly looking man stands in front of Ichkov as he waits in line to place his application on the table and await his fate. Misha listens intently on the conversation ahead of him.
"You are a very fat man." Gorodetsky said, with the same smirk he had had all day.
"I am not actually. This is body armor. I felt if i should risk being shot i-"
"Fool! You come here looking for recruitment and you lack the competence to come as you are? Get out of my sight!"
The man turns to walk away when Gorodetsky stops him.
"You forgot one thing. You did not protect your face."
The man is beheaded just next to Misha, and just as the man's destroyed head hit the floor, he stepped up to give Gorodetsky the application.
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Name: Misha Ichkov
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 192 lbs.
Hair color: Black.
Eye color: Blue
Birthplace: Unknown, but history suggests an origin linked to the Hispania Sleeper ship members.
Previous work: Fought drug trade as a Para-legal mercenary.
Do you have any current affiliations with any related Military, police, pirating, or other corrupting factor we wish to fight against?: No.
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"Do you have armor on too?" Gorodetsky asked, joking, but with a angered growl in his voice.
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