Viktor had taken a few steps away from the group when the girl had come barging through the door. Viktor tried to remain on the sidelines and events unfolded, but could no longer do so when the armored fellow began swinging at Twix. Before another move could be made Viktor found himself drawing his own pistol and shouting, "That's enough!"
After a moment of silence in the Pumphouse, Viktor continued, "If you sorry bastards are willing to kill eachother over faded green paper, fine. Do it on your own time though. I do not enjoy the idea of the money being her's, but if it is, there is not much we can do about it unless you want to turn into nothing better than a raider. Adrian, check the bag for what she said. And Twix, I saved your life, but I can just as easily end it." Viktor was tired of these games being played. He had seen too many people die over money, and while he did not necessarily enjoy killing, he was able to pull the trigger without so much as a second thought when the time came. While he tried to put value on the lives of others, his always would come out on top regardless of the circumstances.