I let out a fart. The expulsion of fecal-laced gas feels good against my sphincter. I would rather it expel into Sukhovski's face. I smile inwardly at the thought.
Sukh tells me that the entire staff were cheering me on years ago when I got a full-time job. I honestly do not recall - at any time - going to/coming home from/ being at work and seeing ANYONE cheering me on. Maybe Sukhovski sees things that I don't? What else could it be?
It's clear that he expects gratitude from me. This puzzles me..As far as I'm concerned, I should experience some benefit in order to exude gratitude. He is fulfilling a role assigned to him by the state. Anyhow, I play along (for awhile).
Something about him puts me off about him. He is not as open, compassionate, accepting as he would have me believe. He certainly knows how to get along in society.
Of course, this may all be my imagination. Clearly, he possesses superior intellect & education. Who am I to expect that some effort be put towards me? By contrast with him I am but a bumbling oaf.