Anatoly is, essentially, a Russian thug. But he's a good Russian thug. And I have Russian blood coursing through my veins, and that's really all that matters. Russian thugs for the win! Anatoly for the win!
Oliver looks like a lost college student standing here chatting with Anatoly. Of course, we know that's not true, but how else can we account for the terrible bag and hideous hairstyle? No other way. No other way.
Say hello to Viktor. Nope, I have no idea who he is. But he's a Russian with a gun, and that's about as much as we need to know to make this photo work. Oliver Queen and his terrible hairstyle are in trouble.
Are you done? Oliver; Yeah, I'm done. I'm done taking the blame and I'm done caring. Why don't you go have a drink. Get wasted. Go to Verdant. I'll pay for it. I have loved you for half of my life but I'm done running after you.