Gorodetsky stepped out of the WC and into his office, again finding people trying to do his damn job for him.
"Why the hell are you wearing my coat, you bastard?!" he yelled at some idiot with a smirk on his face.
"Do you think my job is just beheading people?! Someone has to clean that up, you moron! Piss off!" he yelled at the officer who seemed to be giving an interview without his permission.
As he stood up and made his way to the door, he had a large section of his brain removed by a pistol slug, entering the back of his skull and exiting via his forehead.
The real Gorodetsky then turned his pistol on the recruit.
"You should not have entered my office when I was on the john, comrade."
He pulled the trigger, murdering yet another fool that couldn't follow simple instructions.
Misha Ichkov was probably the tenth this week that had to be shot. Not a huge problem, since there weren't enough ships to go around, really. It wasn't the worst thing about the week, that was for certain. The worst thing was that Gorodetsky had forgotten to order the man that had impersonated him to give him his jacket back before he soaked it in gore. Now he was going to have to requisition a new one. More bloody paperwork.
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