There were lines. Always, always lines. Friedrich straightened his uniform and shouldered through the line between him and his superior's office with an ill-tempered growl.
So many people. So many scents. So much noise. He hated the offices at this time of day. Why did he have this duty today? He bit back another snarl; leaned against the wall once inside the office, and just watched as the newest bunch was ushered in.