The Bodyguard's
Ti Amo, Carlo

“Igor?” repeat Carlo while squinting. However, the man chose not to talk much first because he wanted to listen to the narration from Grigori.

“Yes, Igor." Grigori. "Nobody knows his last name. Since long ago, the man always hid so that everyone did not know the origin of him. To the extent that there is a grapevine that mentions that Igor is one of the descendants or close relatives of the last Russian emperor,” said Grigori in a tone that sounded more serious. While Carlo listened carefully.

“Currently, Igor spent his old age in Moscow. I'll give you the address he occupied. If you have arrived there, you can immediately meet him," Grigori said again.

“I can't wait to start this adventure. Alright, I will leave right now,” Carlo said confidently.

“Now too?” repeat Grigori half in disbelief.

“If you can now, why wait until later or tomorrow?” carlo replied with ease.

“Have you finalized the plan?” Grigori was still hesitant to release the heir to the throne of the Red Wolf Clan.

“The plan will be followed when you arrive in Moscow, as well as observing the atmosphere there. However, after I met with Igor of course,” replied Carlo as he passed from the presence of Grigori. He wore a biker jacket that he had taken off and just put it on the handle of the sofa. “Kutitipkan my favorite motorbike in the basement of this building. Please take good care of him. The bike was the first treasure I had" Carlo said.

"Oh of course, sir. We will keep your bike as good as possible" replied Grigori.

"Now, quickly give Igor's address to me,” pinta Carlo turned his back on Grigori, before he opened the door.

“Iya, Sir!” Grigori then took the stationery, and listed the address in question on a piece of paper. After that, he immediately gave it to Carlo who directly put it in his jacket pocket.

While the Grigori was getting closer to the man thirty-four years ago. “Remember what I say, Sir. Show me the pendant you wore when you first met Igor, because he is the type of person who does not easily trust anyone. Moreover, someone who just met,” message the owner of the company under the guise of investment.

“Alright, I'll note it in my memory.” Carlo smiled widely. His spirit was burning as he imagined the lure of being the Clan leader, which would bring himself to the top of the world. Carlo who has always felt excluded, in the end can release these uncomfortable feelings.

“Master!” grigori exclaimed again as Carlo reached the elevator door. “Be careful," the message again.

Carlo nodded while raising his hand. He then entered, then leaned against the wall of the elevator moments after the door was closed. “Wait for me to come back, miss,” said the man softly as he closed his eyes. In his mind was already filled with shadows and the figure of Miabella, to the point that he did not realize that he had arrived in the basement parking area. Carlo went there only to pick up the backpack he had placed on his favorite motorcycle. Treasure was nothing compared to the power he would soon achieve.

The man then carried a backpack containing a passport and other identity cards on his back. The backpack also contains several pieces of clothing that were sent from Monaco. He then walked to the train station in downtown Milan which is located not far from the office owned by Grigori.

Carlo booked a ticket to Moscow, Russia. He let out a long sigh, when he realized that his journey this time would take quite a long time. Carlo had to prepare physically, as he would be on the interstate railway for almost two days. "Jeez," she said slowly.

After being ready with all supplies and tickets, Carlo waited for a while at Milano Centrale station. He chose to arrive early rather than late, because the average train in Europe leaves on time. At least, passengers must be at the station about twenty to thirty minutes before departure time.

Before the carriage actually departed, the blue-eyed handsome man took the time to check his phone. An incoming message from Miabella is listed at the top. Carlo immediately contacted the girl. Without having to wait too long, his call was immediately answered.

"Pronto." Miabella's raucous voice rang out on the other end of the phone.

"Are you crying?" carlo asked after hearing the girl's slow sobbing.

"Where are you? Why did you leave without telling me first? Is daddy Zio's speech much more meaningful than mine?" Miabella seemed to wish to expose all her grievances to Carlo.

"Don't misunderstand me. You are everything, because my departure this time is also for your sake. Just look, soon I'll come and pick you up to be with me again. I promise," Carlo solemnly said.

"Where are you going? You can take me right now, "sobella slowly.

"I'll take the life of a real Carlo. It's not that I don't want to take you along, but you have the same responsibility, too, to be the Miabella you should be. One day when I'm really ready, I'll be back. I hope you'll have patience waiting until then" a deep message from Carlo for the girl he loves.

"Are you going far away? Don't tell me if you're going to Russia and .. not Carlo! Please don't!" prevent Miabella among her sobs. The firmness and hard character that had been attached to the girl, seemed to disappear instantly by painful feelings. This is the first time that Miabella has really fallen in love. However, everything was not as he had expected.

"Anything I will do to achieve my goals, miss," Carlo said. "I don't like it and I don't want to hear you cry at all. You are a strong girl. I'm more attracted to the stubborn and rebellious Miabella. Don't cry about my departure this time. Save your tears to reveal the newness of the day of our meeting." Carlo was silent for a moment, as the train began to move away from the station.

"I'll go first. Take care of yourself and don't worry about me too much. I love you, miss." Without waiting for an answer from Miabella, Carlo hung up his phone. He then reached into the jacket pocket, then took a piece of paper with the address of where Igor lived. Carlo immediately copied the address listed there into the mobile phone.

Before he hung up the screen, Carlo took the time to open one last message from Miabella which read: Ti amo, Carlo (I love you, Carlo).

A small smile, appeared at the corner of the lips adorned with that thin mustache. Carlo didn't intend to retaliate. He didn't want to feel the weight of leaving the beautiful girl in Italy. For some time to come, he should focus on his first steps in the city of Moscow.

A heavy sigh slid from the lips of the owner of the blue eye. Carlo looked out the window. This is what attracts him to travel by train. During the trip, his eyes were treated to a very beautiful stretch of natural scenery. While the brain of the handsome man kept spinning.

Carlo did not know Russian at all. What if the person she's meeting with isn't fluent in English? "Gosh," decamped the thirty-four-year-old man while leaning his head. He began to close his eyes, and hoped to forget for a moment about all the possibilities he would encounter in Russia. One thing is for sure, Carlo left for the Red Bear country with a very big purpose.

It feels very tired and also boring, when you have to take a long journey earlier. However, everything paid off when the train he was riding finally arrived at Moscow Metro station, Moscow city. For the first time, Carlo set foot in the country of his birth.

After exiting the station, he stood for a while with a large backpack on his back. Carlo let out a slow breath as he spread his gaze. Soon the summer will be over. I don't know what the weather is like in Russia as it enters autumn. One thing is for sure, Carlo must move quickly in finding the address where Igor lives.