Anya told Morgan it was westernising fast, and he could see the signs of it in the smart restaurants and cheap bars, but it still felt like a place that had only recently remembered how to have a good time. He shouldered his way through a crowd of young men with Bradford accents and ignored them when they swore at him. Anya followed behind, to a chorus of wolf whistles. Morgan could imagine her scowling. An increase in the noise from the lads suggested she might also have given them the finger. She'd told him she wanted to get straight out of the city, hire a car and head to Berlin overland. The train wasn't coming through for another few hours and anyway, it was compromised. But she reckoned the journey would be almost as quick by road, and Morgan wasn't going to argue with her. He just didn't want to go yet. Anya said something quietly behind him. When he turned he saw that she was talking into a mobile rather than to him. That, along with her credit card, had made it out of the river intact.
