Was inspired a bit to write a short paragraph or so for this picture
The mysterious face of the revolution took a deep breath as he took a previously prepared Molotov cocktail out of a satchel draped over his shoulder which rested on his thigh. Nervous was an understatement for the feeling he was experiencing as he swiftly pulled his lighter out and lit the cloth end of the cocktail. Taking a deep, shaky breath once more before heading out into the street before him, he looked to the crowd of authority figures ready to assault him at a moments notice and under his breath he muttered, "To dare: that is the whole secret of revolutions." as he ran into the road, casting the cocktail into the crowd ahead of him, also casting with it the beginning of a new age.