His ears ring at the sound of that screech. It's a damn good thing that his people are smart enough not to investigate all the loud fucking noises that happen. Probably something to do with self-preservation. Smart of them. At least some of the scum has the sense of mind not to piss him off, unlike some long haired assholes he can name.

"You almost sound like you give a fuck." He knows it's not almost though. That shit that happened, it really fucked the Varia up. He doesn't like thinking about it. About how fucked everything would have been if he hadn't gotten out. He wondered if the former him ever had anything that fucked up but back then they had other things to worry about.

"Even if it shrank, it's still be bigger than yours." He doesn't argue bitching about the cold because he knows it's true. There's a reason he hates mission to Russia with a passion of a thousand burning suns other than fuck Russia. "You just don't want bitches all over me and you know it." He smirks. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, you piece of shit."