Anton pulled over the car, picked up Hans who was waiting at the stop, and then he pressed the meter.
Sitting in the car, Hans said in a low voice, "It's time to dump the car, the driver must have woken up by now, and possibly the police have already started looking for this taxi."
Anton nodded, but he immediately said, "Given the efficiency of the French police, there's not much of a problem yet."
"That's right."
Though there seemed to be no concern, Anton still parked the car not too far from the restaurant after dropping Hans off at the entrance of a seaside restaurant. He then opened the car door and scattered some change on the seat.
Inside the small restaurant, Anton and Hans sat opposite each other, and then in German, he asked, "Have you ordered yet?"
"Not yet. What's your native language, Russian?" Hans replied in Russian.
Switching to Portuguese, Anton responded, "I don't have a native language, or you could say all the languages I speak are native to me."
