(Catherine sees one of the men spill vodka, topple a candle on top of it, and it catches fire...)

Catherine: Then we get them to come out. You.

Molotov: Molotov, ma'am.

Catherine: Give me your bottle. (takes the bottle and stuffs her ribbon into it) Vodka catches flame. (Light the bottle)

Velementov: No, yeah, yeah, yeah. Y-y-you, no, you need to, you need to...

Catherine: People instinctively run from fire. So, we burn them out.