Kostya shook his head, mouthed back "Sorry" and stood up.
He needed to keep himself in shape; this interview would no doubt rattle him to no ends, hopefully not to the end, but he clung to whatever self-confidence he could. He knew his duty.
Walking up to the door, he took in a deep breath and turned the corner, immediately taking note of the woman's rank and disposition. Lieutenant Commander. Not happy.
Not ideal, but not a death sentence. Yet.
He moved over to the chair and seated himself quickly, nodding to the soldier before him.
"Here, Comrade Lieutenant Commander. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. My name's Konstantin Petrovin."
