Kirov's continued patronizing and the smugness of this new recruit made his blood boil. The previous recruit did not impress him - none of them ever did. This one...however...
This one was just annoying.
He stood up, the chair underneath him making a harsh scraping of steel against steel. He picked up the pistol, already loaded with a round chambered, and pressed it roughly against the recruits forehead, while staring him dead in the eyes.
With a calm voice, he spoke.
"You have one chance. One chance only."
"Convince me that all of this smug talk and well prepared speeches are not just a clever disguise for a rather unclever spy."