That's not a story Ronan's heard before, but it's also not one he has any difficulty believing. If anything, he can picture it perfectly, Kavinsky howling behind the wheel of his shitty Mitsubishi, Prokopenko snickering in the passenger seat.

He tips his chin then, an acknowledgment.

"He tries to kill my brother," he says. It's not intended as a comparison. At least not entirely. He shrugs then. "Or so I hear, at least. I wasn't there. Have to say though, I'm fucking pissed he hasn't manage to kill himself here yet."