"How much convincing do you think you need?" Vladimir eyed Jordan, then Dubovik behind him.
Lying the gun down flat on the desk, he pushed a sheet of papers forward towards Jordan.
"There's two copies, hand one to Dubovik and both of you head to the gym after you fill those out." Vladimir paused for a moment, still looking at Dubovik.
"I will be doing a bit of checking up on your tale, don't be surprised if we send you back to your mother in a box, should I discover you were dishonest."