"You must tell me about those places sometime. Not this morning, but sometime."
They arrive at a little cafe. A few people sit out front enjoying the sun at tiny tables, all men, smoking, drinking coffee, reading books or newspapers...
Miniver leads her in. He greets the man behind the counter in fluent Russian, carries on some idle chatter, and orders sweet coffee and a couple of scones. He pays, and leads Henn to a table outside, explaining what he'd said as he goes and apologising for doing it all in a language she didn't know.
He drops himself into a chair outside, lights a cigarette, and smiles at her. "This ain't nothing fancy, I know, but it's good, real stuff, somewhere far away from all the bullshit that inhabits life."