Alexej Chrustschow, a tall, thin man, entered the waiting room on the Trotzky, seemingly not really noticing the other applicants already waiting. With his striking face stubbornly looking straight ahead he nods into the room almost indiscernible. For a long time he worked for the supply machinery of the great coalition now, but there was always something missing: The chance to fight...and if necessary die for his ideals. Removing the fur hat from his head he sits down on a chair after roughly taking a number from the secretary. From time to time he looks left, then right. Some of the other recruits looked more worthy, others less. But he did not show any sign of emotions while looking around.
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
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