“Thank you, my friend,” he said in the English that David had taught him. “The train leaves at ten p.m., be here at nine sharp. Remember only one bag each. And the baby, she counts as a bag.”
“Čestmir?” David said. But he cut him off. “Either the baby is a bag, or she’s a person. Another person, another 1000 Euro.”
“By the bookshop at nine!” The rat had turned his back on him before David could agree.
“Thank you,” he replied, “your foreigner man won’t be missed around here.” Novak might not have liked the ciznec, but it didn’t stop him from leaving with his arms full of his computer equipment.
Iveta showed him the notes. It was a paltry amount for what he had taken, but it was all they could ask for.
“He wanted to fuck me for them,” Iveta said.
“Hubka is coming for the furniture in an hour,” she said. “Did you get them?”
They re-packed as best they could, working mostly in silence, holding up items and shaking their heads or nodding. Who knew if they’d ever see any of this stuff again? Iveta’s parents had agreed to clear the flat and store the stuff they hadn’t sold, and then try to sell the property. But even that might not be possible. They’d begged her parents to come with them, but they didn’t want to leave their homeland, not matter how uncomfortable life might become. David knew that part of Iveta wanted to stay too. But in the grander scheme of things, staying really wasn’t an option.