"Kersnovskaya!"
I straightened my back. It was clear that Major Kalyuta, he chief of the 3rd department, wanted have a closed view of me.
"Good stuff that work! For such work you might be freed ... pre-term."
His words expressed recognition but the eyes looked coldly and animosity shined through them.
"I was imprisoned not for working badly," I shrugged.
[Only later I understood the reason for Major Kalyuta's visit. It was my refusal to write a false certificate for a pig's die-off so that an NKVD officer going to Moscow on buisness could take a suitcase of meat with him.]