Misha's phone vibrated in his pocket as he waited in the rooms set aside for Mikhail at the Russian embassy. He'd been pacing the parlor, not so much as unhappy to be here but not sure he should be gone from S.H.E.I.L.D. medical yet. But he couldn't argue with Dad. Logan was still on watch and Misha was under orders to get a shower, clean clothes, and have lunch with his cousin. If Dad said scram and Misha didn't have a good reason to stay, he scrammed.
He answered it as he looked out a window facing 91st. "Hello?"
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