"Fucking decent. I don't go anywhere without them, mate."

Viktor touched a few of his bombs around his belt and grinned before focusing on what Jack was giving him. Right, a drinking contest. Fucking cool. The punk did know things might end up getting crazy, so he removed his molotov belt gently and placed it down just in case he fell.

"I don't want to end up smashing my bombs if I fall down drunk."

Not that the punk would let that happen. Of course not. Drinking with Ziggy's brother would be fun with Viktor now downing his vodka the same as Jack.

"Let's do this."