(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.