Too fucking right did Viktor want to burn shit tonight. Cops and their property mainly. As they rode towards the parking lot the Brit wondered what chaos they could cause tonight with a bag full of fire bomb making material. The world could go to hell for all Viktor cared. Not uttering a word as he got off the bike the Brit nodded to Vars and wondered where the hell they were. Who cared? He just wanted to burn shit up.

"Where are you taking me?"

He cracked the bones in his neck as he offered a look to Vars, wondering where the hell they would walk to. Maybe the bassist wanted him to talk about his troubles? That wouldn't happen. Viktor wasn't good at expressing his emotions through conversation since he'd rather use violence and posturing. It was his way. Talking was for pussies in his opinion.

"I want to burn every fucking cop car in this city tonight."

A glance back to the lights of the city behind and Viktor then kicked a nearby stone into a wall.