#I like to headcanon Wolf and Sokol as bros for some reason LOL

[what-yadoking-likes]

Hailing from cold countries means that Sokol and Wolf have something to say whenever the other heisters from warmer climes complain of the cooling temperatures.

“This is nothing,” Sokol would sneer at whoever begun shivering first in their work wear during a stakeout. “This isn’t even single digit temperature. This isn’t even negative temperature.”

Wolf would shake his head mockingly. “They’ll be pulling out their scarves and gloves any second now.”

Their obnoxious behaviour around wintertime accelerated as indeed their fellow crewmates soon after began donning thick layers of clothing, hurrying into the Safehouse from the outdoors bundled up in heavy coats, thick scarves and woolly hats.

The pair even asked Bain if they were allowed to wear shorts whilst heisting.

“For safety reasons, it’s gonna be a no, fellas,” Bain said sternly. “Those long pants are for your own protection.”

Both Sokol and Wolf nodded to show they understood.

So imagine everyone's surprise when the pair showed up to their next heist in shorts they had clearly made themselves with kitchen scissors.

Sokol had cut his homemade shorts to land just above the knee, adding further rips and holes to make his look more fashion-forward. The length emphasised the swollen curves of his calves, causing the eye to trail across the muscles over and over.

Wolf had opted for a simpler look - keeping the hem messy with loose stitching, he fashioned himself a pair of hot-pants out of old work trousers.

“What?” he asked loudly, as innocently as he could, gazing at his fellow heisters who were wearing thick woollen vests over their crisp white shirts and thermal leggings under their trousers.

Chains didn’t know where to look and ended up gazing at the stars in the night sky above. Hoxton wolf-whistled and nodded approvingly, looking the pair up and down, wearing a leery grin on his face. Dallas fought to keep a straight face, knowing he needed to be the voice of reason. His mouth worked as he struggled back his laughter.