SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Commissar Gorodetsky walked into the room behind the applicant, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Privet, Mister Fechter," he said in a cold, emotionless tone.

"I see you have met one of our trainee Commissar-Lieutenants. Unfortunately, you've failed the first test by mistaking him for myself or another person in a position of authority."

He sounded disappointed. He nodded to the man that was sat on his seat,

"Good work, Lieutenant, you may leave. I'll call you if any bodies need disposed of."

Gorodetsky's subordinate nodded quickly, obeying like a well-trained puppy, nearly tripping as he hastened to the door.

"Now, Mister Fechter, I'm just after a good smoke, so I'm in a slightly less irritable mood. Slightly."

His hand rested on a high-calibre pistol at his side, not hidden by his greatcoat.

"Tell me why you're here. And keep it short."

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