>>5163587>>5163595You sigh as you concede that it can wait an hour. As luck would have it, barely a half hour after, in strode First People's Lieutenant Franz Krenski, your supervisor and immediate superior.
"Working well, Comrades?" the Lieutenant asked, standing straight and tall with his gray head and square jaw under his green and red officer's cap.
"Of course," Westinger spoke authoritatively for the entire office space.
"Where is Julia?" the Lieutenant asked.
You all looked around. Julia was the office secretary who had been called for an appointment by the secret police a week ago, and hadn't been seen since.
"Julia's was called in for a... necessary appointment," said Stanislaw, adjusting his tie around his thin neck.
"Ah," said the Lieutenant with pursed lips, "As must be. My apologies comrades. I ought to be more versed in these politics- office and otherwise."
Interested in politics? Why, that sounded familiar. You saw yourself an opportunity here-
>attempt to invite the Lieutenant to the conversation. Surely he too has proletarian ideals.>simply mention the housing issue to the Lieutenant. He can draw his own conclusions>stick to the plan to keep it in among the Captains before gossiping. 