Peter let out a tiny snort. Csongor caught it immediately, thought about it, finally shrugged his huge shoulders and met Zula’s eye. As if she had somehow been named the judge of all such matters. "So I am just the latest in a very long line of Hungarians being talked into extremely stupid adventures by Germans, Russians, whatever. But it took me into this culture"—he shifted his gaze onto Peter, and Zula understood that he was now talking about international hacker culture—"where I was cool. Respected. Powerful drugs for a teenager."