It was evening. The cold, rainy autumn was more pleasant than ever for me. I was sitting in my room, sorting through all the papers that had been passed to me through the NKVD. I was studying the latest reports on those executed and sent to Siberia. For now, everything suited me perfectly; it was good to know that there were fewer troublemakers in our country.

I looked up when I heard the door creak, followed by you.

Come in, comrade. I said quietly, but enough for you to hear. When you closed the door and came to me, I put one stack of papers aside and picked up a new one, starting to examine them, only stealing glances at you.

You need something? Or you have more news for me? I asked, my fingers stroking the surface of the small report.