Liam looked over, shifting up, aware he had to break the silence. 
"Shit, I'm really looking forward to getting a drink when I get home." Liam simply said, leaning back into his seat as he slowed down for a puddle, the spray kicking up as Liam accelerated hard through the muddy ditch on the road, aware that they were coming close to his GPS. Turning on the corner, Liam kept up the previous pace he had, with the Volkswagen Transporter now steaming towards the border. Liam knew that from here on out, it shouldn't be too much of a worry. He looked at his left leg, the bottom half- the prosthetic limb feeling as if it was always there. And on the clutch, it was fine- he didn't have any issues, just figuring out the pressure was the main thing. In the back of the van, Pavel reassured the Germans to stay quiet, and looking at Ariana, knew that it was all that they could really do. But they were being paid, and that was one thing that Pavel looked forward to. Just that aspect, and getting out of Belarus.

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(Something a bit unplanned. But I think it works well, and though it isn't much Liam/Sarah focussed, it's really good on Pavel/Ariana.)

Two Days Later
Somewhere in Prague, Czech Republic

The phone rang. Pavel picked up instinctively, looking out at the rainy day that sat outside. The hotel room wasn't much, but it was enough for Pavel in some ways- the team had crashed out here since Belarus, and after Pavel had sorted out the guns with his friend, he had managed to convince them to come to Prague for the rest of the weekend. Liam and Sarah left yesterday night, mainly due to paperwork back in the UK, but Pavel and Ariana were free here. To be honest, Pavel didn't have an instantaneous crush on her, but Pavel had at least suggested it to her to give Prague a go, and that was why they were there.
"Pavel? Hello?" It was nothing but his former wife. Pavel almost wanted to curse. He swore he had her number on recognition, but she must have changed
"Hi. Look, if it's about me, I'm fine..."
"No, no, no, it's just...never mind. I just wanted to know if you're alright with all of this. I know it isn't the best, but we both know that." She replied, as Pavel looked over out the window, his tone simple.
"Of course. It's fine, Magda- I haven't got the time right now to speak about all of this. I've got issues that are a little further than this."
"The Army didn't call you up again?"
"No, but I'm getting good money now. For easy work. But there's paperwork, and there's a lot of it, I have to get to it Magda you see. I have to go- just tell Janas that it'll be fine." Pavel simply said, aware that she was a little tense about it.
"Okay, I understand. Goodbye, Pavel." She simply said, as Pavel disconnected the call, swearing in Czech as he checked the other contacts on his phone. Ariana was still there. And in the room opposite. For some reason, Pavel felt a little inclined to just surprise her in this way.

The tone rang for about twenty seconds, before it changed to something different.
"Hello? Ariana...uhh...you up for some sightseeing later when this rain subsides? We've got the best bars in the world here, they practically invented larger here after all- you up for it?" Pavel asked, as he stood up from his bed, looking out, before itching his forehead, himself currently wearing a Superdry jumper and a pair of dark blue jeans- and for some absurd reason, still wearing his beanie hat.