"Then you would need intensive fighter training... Excuse me." She stepped outside her office. "Comrade Zavid, please step one foot to the right."
The bemused man did so.
"Good." She keyed in her code on a keypad on the wall. The ceiling and floor plates directly above and below Zavid hummed, then released a massive electrical charge through the applicant's body. He flopped to the ground, smoking and smelling slightly of cooked meat.
"Clean that up," she said to a maintenance worker, who went to fetch a body bag.
She went back into her office. "Where were we? Ah, yes. Explain to me, briefly and without any flowery language, exactly what Communism is."
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