That's right: The neighbor getting Molotov cocktails lobbed into his living room lives a whole three doors down from you, so it's none of your business, and you can remain sunbathing on your patio while the stench of burning human flesh wafts over the hedge - or until the attacking neighbor decides it's time to take you into his sights.
"Nothing to see here! Go about your business!"
Regards,
Do you really think that Mad Vlad wants to start WWIII?