The public announcement system inside the waiting room sprang to life.
"Forge, Alex, report to interrogation room 3."
Inside the room sat Commissar-Captain Koniev, one of the surviving relics of the old guard. He was an aging man, approaching his late fifties, but his gray hair betrayed the reality of the man. He was as fierce as ever, and even more determined to prove that the Commissariat is still a relevant force.
He sat behind a large wooden desk, his lower body hidden behind a dark shade of mahogany, with his arms laying on the table, propping up his upper body. He started at the door to the office, waiting for the applicant to enter.
