#Rankin. Even Dogs in the wild. Page 164.

Over the wall.

   Into the courtyard of some kind. Empty aluminum kegs. A barrel turned into a makeshift table. A single rickety (likely to break soon шаткий, неустойчивый) bar stool(a tall seat with no support for the back or arms, for sitting on while drinking or eating at a bar). Two cheap overflowing

(to come out of a container or a place because it is too full) ashtrays. Blocks of flats nearby. A dog barking. A starless sky.

   The door was wooden and locked solid enough. He got to work on it with the crowbar (an iron bar with a bent end). Locks top and bottom. Took a bit of effort. The alarm started blaring (to make a very loud noise)as he stepped into the narrow, low- ceilinged room. He held the first bottle in one hand, lighter in the other. Got the rag (a piece of old cloth that you use to clean things) lit and tossed it into the air. Glass shattering (to break into very small pieces, or to make something break into very small pieces разбивать вдребезги), the petrol spreading instantly across the linoleum floor. Second bottle for luck, aiming for the row of optics behind the bar this time. And then he was out of there, back over the wall to where his car was waiting. Two minutes since the alarm had started, neighbours probably still thinking it a mistake or malfunction, waiting for it to stop . He cruised past the front of building, seemingly in no particular hurry as the windows of the Gimlet began to glow orange and then fiery (bright or burning like a fire огненный) red.