When the three friends had left, all was still not quite in the gardemarini training school. In the head's office, Kotov and Medvedov (the head) were sitting at the desk and conversing is quite tones, though soon Kotov's voice rose.
"Kossack is a young, disrespectful, talkative and unworthy wretch. He does not deserve to be in this school" that was Kotov, voicing his opinion about Michael to Medvedov vehemently. His claws turned white as he gripped the side of the desk convulsively, imagining them to be over Cossacks throat. Of course he had to satisfy his hatred in other means, by getting Cossack drummed out of the school. This was not going to happen.
Medvedov shook his head. "No no" he said pleasantly. "I would not say that Cossack is disrespectful or unworthy. Young and talkative yes but not unworthy for the regiment" he took out some neat papers and proceeded to look through them brusquely, a slight smile lighting on his face. "Indeed I have many good reports about him. His mentors say that he shows good fighting skills, he has great potential to be a respected Muscateer"
Kotov let out a almost unnoticeable snarl as Medvedov spoke again. "I simply cannot drum young Cossack out of the school. There is no justification for such an act"
The deputy head clung on. "Not even from the soldiers?"
Medvedov shook his head. "Not even from the soldiers" he confirmed.
Kotov stood up, his eyes cold as he accused Medvedov. "You simply cannot adapt to change" he clenched his fists, trembling in fury that his pleas  were not heeded. "You are a weak cat... You are unchargeable" Kotov closed his eyes, correcting his mistake. "You are unchangeable"   
With those accusations, he swept out of the room, leaving a bemused Medvedov sitting in his chair.

Short chapter again. Sorry