A dimly lit NKVD office, gray walls, cigarette smoke in the air. A typewriter clacks in the background. You walk in nervously Yezhov smiling eerily standing on a chair since he’s like 4 11” “Ah… comrade! Welcome, welcome! Please, sit down… or don’t… you may not want to get too comfortable.” Yezhov He Claps hands No one just passes by the People’s Commissariat for Internal Affairs. So What do U Want?