What do you want, kalina?
I shake off the memory. “First, I want to see my friends.”
“Well, think again,” I press. “‘Cause you may not believe in found family, but that’s the only kind I’ve got. Frankly, if I had to rely on blood, I’d have been dead ten times over.” I don’t bother to sugarcoat it. Matvey Groza’s got his opinions—I’ve got mine. “So I get to see them.”
For a moment, Matvey’s silent. I’m wondering if I didn’t push too hard—if this isn’t the moment I discover just how unpleasant this man can make it for me here—when, to my surprise, he nods. “Fair enough. Supervised visits, in the lobby. Planned in advance.”
Is that Bratva code for ‘stalked and interrogated’? I decide not to press. I don’t think June will mind if the mob unearths her parking tickets. “Okay. Second, I get t
