"When this over, I will get you paint thinner and some true Russian Vodka. Then, you can make your comments with valid reason." Zhenya said seriously, though the slight grin that tugged at the ends of his mouth gave him away. The Captain was right; never before did Zhenya imagine that he would be working alongside a Pole. He had nothing against the Polish, but he was pretty sure that the Polish were no big fans of Russians, to say the least. However, now here he was, sitting in a car with a Pole, an Englishman, an American and Australian heading towards certain death, talking about the future as if it were a certainty that they would make it out alive as a squad.

It was weird, but a good kind of weird. It was the kind of warm feeling that Zhenya had last felt in Chechnya, when he had just been a regular, enlisted soldier sitting in the back of a BMP racing down a dirt track towards the battlefield. The feeling of camaraderie and a powerful bond despite borders, language or even beliefs, that was a feeling that Zhenya never wanted to forget.

"Negative 54," Zhenya corrected and glanced towards Neil. "Last I was at Magdan, the temperature peaked at negative 54. Worse than the winter that stopped the Germans in the Great Patriotic War." He said, but then continued with, "But I admit that I would not do well in extreme heat. The most we experience of heat is the Moscow heat wave that comes every once in a while, and I imagine that is nothing compared to your Australian desert."

He leaned back in his seat, taking this brief moment of peace to entertain Scott's idea of setting up a bar somewhere quiet once everything was over and done with. It would certainly be a welcome change of pace, or hell, even a welcome change of life. He had experienced enough war and fighting for a lifetime, and even though it was the one thing he was good at, he knew that this was not a job that he could keep forever. Eventually he would have to accept a desk job, and eventually he found fade away from the frontlines and into the office. 

"A bar in the Caribbean sounds like a good idea," He mumbled. "I think we all deserve a quiet rest of our lives after all this. The world owes us that much, would you all not agree?"