Vladimir looked at each of the men that had entered the room. He motioned for them to sit, the Zenith still on his desk. He hadn't bothered to conceal it since its first use. Rather than wait to see if they understood his motion, he began informing them for good measure.
"Take your seats gentlemen, if you would your names please, and if you don't mind the reason why you think you're meant to be part of the Coalition fighter corps." With that, Vladimir took a shallow, but audible breath.