Vladimir saw Vladimir Papasov, henceforth known as "The sheepish recruit", knock on the door. How pathetic.
"Get your fiendishly weak backside in here. Now. First question.."
He removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt. In the table drawer there was a box of latex gloves. He pulled one out and placed his hand in it. Rolling the glove up to his elbow, he gave the glove a satisfying snap.
"Let's see what this backside is made of shall we?"