It was wise for no one to push Viktor anywhere, not now when he was feeling like a kicked dog left out in the pouring rain all night. He felt like shit and wanted to cause carnage with fire towards the nearest cop car he saw. That would be something for the shit they caused his father.
The gloved hand resting on his middle caused the Brit to frown but he didn't push the hand away in anger. The ride felt good and he just closed his eyes, screwing them up, wanting to scream, to shout at how he was feeling. He just had to explode in anger somehow so violence would be the only way.
"How about we set fire to some shit tonight? To some cop fucker's property."
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The gloved hand resting on his middle caused the Brit to frown but he didn't push the hand away in anger. The ride felt good and he just closed his eyes, screwing them up, wanting to scream, to shout at how he was feeling. He just had to explode in anger somehow so violence would be the only way.
"How about we set fire to some shit tonight? To some cop fucker's property."