Comrade Byk wasn't born yesterday, he grunted to one of the other marines, who stepped forward and relieved the man of his weapon.
Nodding to himself he prodded the man forward and towards a chair.
"Sit down," he ordered. sitting down, himself across from the recruit. His shotgun braced in such a way that it never wavered from the recruit.
"Commissar will see you soon, I suggest Commissar Gonzales when she is free." Pasha Byk reached into his pocket for a cigarette, then lit it one handed. Puffing an expert ring.