“Am I allowed to call other people? Like my sister?” “Of course.” “And… can I go on the internet and stuff?” Mila and I’d had a phone the past couple of months—an old model that Nikolai had smuggled in. I’d left it with Mila and had hoped I’d find a way to contact her, but I never expected to just be given a phone. His brow furrowed. “You’re not a prisoner here, Sofiya.”
