SCRA Recruitment Centre

[horvat]

Commissars were doing excellent but they lacked a bit of old school torture. All this machinery was amusing but sometimes the simplest way to find out someones intentions is just to ask them. Luis stood up with a glass of vodka in one hand and a gun in the other.

"I remember Comrades of Commodore Thorvaldsson. He is currently swarmed with paperwork in High Command but in his days everything was much simpler." While he walked slowly towards Nabokov and Commissar Commander Vincenta he took a sip of his vodka and removed the safety pin from his gun.

" Do you feel this Comrade Nabokov" He asked him while pointing a gun to back of his head. "This cold feeling comrade and adrenaline that is now pumping through your veins is the life we live.

He smiled to Vincenta. "Now you are going to answer to me." He took his cigar out of his mouth and circled around to see the face of this new applicant. "Do you see this cigar comrade?" He asked him while slowly going with it towards his own eyelid. "Now watch how i will extinguish it."

Vincenta's face went pale, there was no smoke going out from the cigar anymore. "If i am crazy enough to do this to myself imagine what am i able to do to you". He pointed the gun now to applicants forehead and yelled. "ON YOUR KNEES and answer me this: Why are you here really?

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