OOC: Invasion of a small providence surrounded by forest. Dead of night, no moon, bleak, cloudy and drizzly, a raid begins.

IC: Dmitry was bored out of his mind. He stalked down a small alley way with a bottle of vodka in his hand. He smiled as he concocted a molotov and threw it into the nearest window, running out of the alley and down the street some. "Lets see.. Who can I drag into this mess with me?" He smirked.