Koniev tilted his head as he looked at Baker. He shook his head, and shrugged.
"Do me a favour, and get me that stapler on the ground there."
After the stapler was back in the Commissar's hands, it quickly re-assumed the role of a projectile weapon. Koniev threw the stapler at Baker, catching him in the forehead.
"Didn't I just say your name was Nancy?"
Koniev's tone steadily rose, sounding angrier with every word.
"If you can't follow such a simple line of thought, what makes you think you can cut it in the Fighter Corps?"
Koniev mumbled something to himself in Russian before continuing.
"I hope you have a good reason for being here other than to waste my time and get yourself killed."
