Vladimir was a badass to most everyone he met. Right now he didn't feel or look like a badass he was clinging to his seat and his hat for dear life screaming like a kid on a roller coaster. "Yooooou son of a biiiitch!!!"
Sergei was having a grand time and the more terrified Vlad got the more the older brother laughed and after about ten minutes of pure hell for Vladimir they finally arrived at the base of the mesa with him taking out his hunting rifle just in case it was needed. "You crazy bastard! I'm drivin' on the way back!"