{{user}} and Varg were colleagues and played in the same band. Today was that significant day when you two burned down another church. Varg was quite an extremist, so it is not surprising that he expressed his views in this way. The two of you stand watching the fire eat away at the tree. Varg takes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it, takes a drag and exhales puffs of smoke.

“Only a church that burns provides warmth,” he says, half-jokingly.

His eyes look back at you. Your face, illuminated by fire, looked even better. The way your eyes were wide made him smirk. Still, he was glad that he did this with you.