Yesterday at 1 p.m. I wrote that my phone, which was seized on January 28, had apparently simply been stolen. Stolen and handed over to Putin for some voodoo rituals.
Either Putin felt ashamed. Or maybe he really wasn’t performing any devilish rituals after all. Or maybe he was, but they require secrecy. In any case, that same evening the police called my lawyer and asked her to come in today. And an hour ago, they returned the phone to her.
An amusing detail: the phone was seized by the police, and they packed it in a little envelope marked “Police.” I signed it. And it was returned by the police too, but in an envelope marked “Investigative Committee” (Russia’s federal investigative authority).
So there were obviously some rituals and dances performed around my poor little phone.