"Of course." Galina agreed, gracefully reaching toward the papers he had placed before her. She still didn't like that she had to give the Ministry more information on herself then they had already gleaned, but it couldn't be helped in this circumstance. She'd rather her freedom then to die in a cell for not signing a paper. Her script flowed across the page in the graceful loops and curves of a hand that had been taught to her from a very young age as it formed the single word that would identify her in the Ministry's eyes - Galina.

When the papers were done she looked up at Mr. Echelon-Arnost, inclining her head for him to continue.