- Who's next? - asked Old Comrade, taking out of his mouth a pipe that was choking as did we all in this cell
- Comrade Lila - tiredly answered commisar Zivan
I ran my fingers through hair matted with sweat. Rough-spun wool of my pants itched and scraped. Cigarettes lost their smokey flavor long time ago. Commisar followed the reading with his fingertip, sharing excerpts from Lila's personal file.
- Unscrupulous... escaped from trade training... caught during a raid....
He laughed gurgly and then coughed.
- She was caught fucking on the roof of the comitee...
Giggle waved through the cell. Old Comrade pointed his pipe at commisar.
- We need that one - he said and puffed another ring of smoke.
Commisar Zivan lowered the file and gave Old Comrade a stern look.
- We do - Old Comrade shrugged and waved for Zivan to read on.
- Comrade Oleg - huffed commisar - Lazy... Escaped from working party... Caught with two female comrades... fornication in the library...
Old Comrade nodded vigorously.
- Write him up, too - I said before commisar switched to another file
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