Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Trouble was—their friendship was as dangerous as their hate! General Finogenov notified Major Winship that the underground blast was ," said Major Winship, exhausting his Russian. "Count down. "Boom! Boom!" said Major Winship in exasperation. "Oh, nuts." Major Winship cut out the circuit. "They've got Pinov on "Static?" "Nope." "We'll get static on these things." A small infinity seemed to pass very slowly. Major Winship shifted restlessly. "My reefer's gone on the fritz." Perspiration was trickling down his face. "Pinov's still there," Major Winship said. "Maybe so," Major Winship said. "But we can't have the dome fall down Major Winship whinnied in disgust. " Nyet! " he snarled. To the other Americans: "Our comrades seem unconcerned." "Tough." "Well," Lt. Chandler commented, "even though we didn't build this thing to withstand a moonquake, it seems to have stood up all right." "I guess I was just—" Major Winship began. "Oh, hell! We're losing Major Winship moved quickly to cut out the emergency air supply which Major Winship pressed the sheeting over the leak. "How's that?" sprung a little, and I can't get it to conform over the rivet heads." There was a splatter of static. "Damn!" Major Winship said, "they should have made these things more flexible." "Still coming out." to slide downward, then it fell away completely and lay limply on the floor. "Come on in," he said dryly. space was more restricted than in a submarine, with the bunks jutting no comment was forthcoming, he continued: "Perhaps we built a bit more strongly, Major." "You did this deliberately," Major Winship said testily. "No, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. Major Winship, please believe me. I very much regret this. Very much so. I am very distressed. Depressed. After repeatedly assuring you there was no danger of a quake—and then to have something like this happen. Oh, this is very embarrassing to me. Is there anything at all we can do?" "Larry, General Finogenov said he was very embarrassed by this." "Larry," Major Winship said, "why don't you get Earth?" Major Winship looked at the microphone. "Well, I'll just report and—" "Marker showed it over here," Major Winship said, inching over to the service." Major Winship said dryly, "Never mind. I notice it hardens on contact with air." that makes a weird kind of sense, doesn't it?" "How do they possibly think—?" "Gentlemen! It doesn't make any difference," Lt. Chandler said. "Some air must already have leaked into this one. It's hard as a rock. A "The only way you can check is to extrude it," Lt. Chandler said, "and if it does extrude, you've ruined it." "That's that," Major Winship said. "There's nothing for it but to yell help." something else goes wrong." any period." "I think these suits are one thing we've got over the Russians," Major Winship said. "I don't see how they can manipulate those bulky pieces of junk around." They ate. "Really horrible stuff." "Nutritious." After the meal, Major Winship said reflectively, "Now I'd like a cup of "Finogenov had a a wooden desk. A wooden desk. And a chair. A wooden chair. Everything big and heavy. Everything. Weight, hell. Fifty pounds more or less—" "They've got the power-plants for it." "Do you think he did that deliberately?" Major Winship asked. "I think he's trying to force us off. I think he hoped for the quake. Gagarin's After a moment, Major Winship said bitterly, "To hell with the Russian engineer." "If you've got all that power...." "That's the thing. That's the thing that gripes me, know what I mean? It's just insane to send up a heavy wooden desk. That's showing off. Like a little kid." "Maybe they don't make aluminum desks." "They've—got—aluminum. Half of everything on the whole planet is aluminum. You know they're just showing off." "Let me wire you up," Capt. Wilkins said. "We ought to report." "That's going to take awhile." "I guess we ought to." Major Winship came down from the bunk and plate to the small transmitter-receiver set on Major Winship's back. At this point, Major Winship observed for the first time that he was Major Winship was squirming nervously, obviously perturbed. Major Winship made a strangling motion and reached for his throat. One arm tangled a cable and jerked the speaker jack loose. Major Winship being inserted. Another tap indicated it was seated. Major Winship "Wow!" said Major Winship when he was once more in communication. "For a moment there, I thought...." Winship, squinting out into the glaring sunlight. "Why didn't you just borrow a cupful?" Major Winship said sarcastically. "It's this way," Lt. Chandler said. "They didn't have anything but 55-gallon drums of it." "Oh, my," said Capt. Wilkins. "I suppose it's a steel drum. Those things must weigh...." upset by the quake. Probably because his people had misfigured so bad." "He's too damned suspicious," Major Winship said. "You know and I know why they set that blast off. I tried to tell him. Hell. He looks at me like an emasculated owl and wants to know our ulterior motive in trying to prevent a purely scientific experiment, the results of which will be published in the technical press for the good of everybody. I'll bet!" surprised look, like everybody, everywhere has dozens of little scales." goes in, and it's measured just right. We can throw away what we don't need." "Somehow, that sounds like him," Major Winship said. It's supposed to be mixed thoroughly." They thought over the problem for a while. "That will be a man-sized job," Major Winship said. interposing itself. Lt. Chandler tried to dismantle the table. "Damn these suits," he said. "You've got it stuck between the bunk post." that." "I don't think this is the way to do it," Major Winship said. "Let's back the drum out." "With my reefer out," said Major Winship, "I'm the one it's rough on." forgotten how much sweat stings in the eyes." "It's the salt." "Speaking of salt. I wish I had some salt tablets," Major Winship said. "I've never sweat so much since basic." "Want to bet Finogenov hasn't got a bushel of them?" "No!" Major Winship snapped. attachment. "I feel crowded," he said. "With what?" asked Major Winship. "Sandpaper, I guess." "With sandpaper?" Major Winship said, emptying the bucket of fluid into You don't suppose it's a room-temperature-curing epoxy resin, do you? " "Larry," said Major Winship, "I wouldn't know a room-temperature-curing an epoxy! Let's get out of here." "Huh?"

<question>:
Why does the fact that Finogenov had a wooden desk sent up to space a point of contention for Winship?

<options>:
A He wished he had the same luxury. The Americans have much less room to work with.
B He's frustrated with the current situation and is finding himself envious of all the things they don't have.
C It's too much of an effort to do something like that, making it a waste of time and resources.
D To him, it's a frivolous display of power and nothing more, especially when materials like aluminum are available.

<answer>:

D