Kostya mentally kicked himself. Was he expected? He should have been; strings had been pulled so that hed be included on that supply ships manifest after his work shift was over. Surely he was expected.
He frowned.
Then again they could just assume I wont be accepted. Better yet shot and over with.
Better correct it while I still can...
But some other applicant who strolled in the door, looking very proud of himself, was blocking the way to the desk.
