Fedorov has a talk with Kozlov

I stare at the revolver sitting in front of me. Fedorov has been gone for a minute now, and I don’t know when he’ll be back.

I cautiously approach the desk and sit down before I pick up the revolver. It takes me a moment to figure out how to open it, and I set it down to open the box. Carefully, I load each chamber one by one, close it up, and place it back on the desk.

The door swings open and Fedorov pushes Kozlov into the room. He gives me a look of fear and betrayal.

“Go wait outside, Tatyana.” Fedorov tells me. I quietly leave the room. Fedorov closes the door behind me. I hear it lock.

Fedorov starts talking. I can tell it’s him but I can’t make out what he’s saying. I press my ear to the door, but the words are still muffled.

One thing is apparent however. The longer that I stand and listen, the angrier Fedorov’s voice grows. I can hear Kozlov’s voice becoming more and more **** and afraid with each of his short responses.

Fedorov boils over to the point where he begins to shout.

“You were touching her!” Fedorov shouts. “Putting your filthy hands on her!”

“It’s not like that, comrade commissar!” Kozlov pleads.

“But it is.” Fedorov snarls. “You just couldn’t help yourself. You had to feel her up, you pig!”

“I wasn’t feeling her up!” Kozlov says.

“Shut the fuck up!” Fedorov barks. “I bet you made her offers.”

“What kind of offers?” Kozlov asks.

Fedorov pounds his desk. “Sexual offers.” He says coldly.

“I would never!” Kozlov pleads.

“Lieutenant, there is no room for harassment in my outfit!” Fedorov declares. “It will NOT be tolerated!”

“What are you doing, comrade commissar?” Kozlov asks fearfully.

“My duty as Commissar to administer justice!” Fedorov snarls.

“What? No!” Kozlov begs. “Please!”

I jump back from the door when a gunshot rings out. My jaw drops when I hear a thud. I hear two more gunshots. I stand in the hallway holding my head in my hands.

Fedorov opens the door and steps into the hallway. I can’t see inside past his large body.

“Go back to work, Tatyana.” Fedorov tells me. “I have some straightening up to do.”

He laughs.

“I’ll be seeing you later.” He says, cocking his eyebrow and smirking at me.