The Bodyguard's
In Moscow

After thinking for a while, the handsome man also stepped his feet wrapped in hiking boots with a gallant and full of confidence. Carlo tried to approach one of the men who was standing and seemed to be looking for transportation. "Excuse. Can you speak english?"

The foreign man turned to Carlo with a hostile look. He watched the handsome man with blue eyes from head to toe. “What do you want?” the reply is ketus with a rigid English dialect that sounds stiff.

“Ah here.” Carlo hurriedly reached into the jacket pocket, then pulled out a piece of paper bearing the address on the foreign man. “Do you know where this address is located?” tanyanya is still in English.

“Oh, yes. Not far from here. You can walk along the big road, then turn to the right,” replied the man while pointing his hand.

Carlo had scrunched his forehead, when he had to think hard to digest the explanation of the man's sentence earlier. The English he spoke was hard for him to understand. “So, I have to follow the boulevard until I arrive at the crossroad, then turn right?” carlo reassured.

“Yes!” The man nodded confidently, then passed from before Carlo just like that.

“ ⁇ (Spasibo/thank you),” exclaimed Carlo a little loudly when the man was already a bit away from him. Without waiting for long, Miabella's lover walked quickly as directed. He then stopped at an entrance to a residential complex that seemed simple to him.

Doubtful Carlo stepped his feet, down one by one the houses neatly lined up there, while matching the numbers that corresponded to the address that Grigori had recorded. Until finally, the beautiful man stopped in front of the black-fenced house. On the side of the fence was attached the shape of fourteen figures. “This?” carlo thought slowly to himself.

He approached the unlocked fence, then pushed it slowly. Carlo walked across the neat-looking grassy front yard, then knocked on the front door. Not long after, the door opened and revealed a middle-aged woman. Carlo estimates the age of the woman to be the same as Mia, Miabella's mother. However, the woman before him looked unfriendly. “ ⁇ (Kto ty/who are you)?” The woman asked in a language she did not understand.

“Hello. I’m looking for Mr. Igor,” Carlo replied.

Hearing Igor's name, the woman's eyes widened. He seemed surprised and scared, then slammed the door hard, making Carlo stunned until he had to retreat.

The beautiful man was silent for a while, before knocking on the door again. He waited long enough for the middle-aged woman to open it, to the point that Carlo's patience ran out. “Don't until my arrival here end in vain!” he grumbled to himself.

Carlo knocked back on the door. Not only knocking, he banged until the middle of the door leaf looks cracked. But the woman still did not want to show up. Carlo then backed off and thought. He then caught the path that was located next to the house. The man then decided to pass through the path earlier, towards the back of the house.

Arriving there, Carlo was astonished to see the wide open back door. His premonition said that the woman, the owner of the house, fled from there. Immediately, he dashed over the bushes surrounding the backyard towards the deserted road.

Somewhat far from where he stood, Carlo saw the slightly fattened woman running off in a breath. I don't know where the woman is going.

“Wait!” Carlo. It is not something heavy, considering the woman is a bit difficult to move due to her weight. After catching up with the woman, Carlo gripped her shoulders tightly and then turned the woman's body while reaching for something from behind her T-shirt.

Carlo pulled out the pendant necklace and then opened the pendulum. Inside the pendulum there are small frames attached to each other. There are photos of babies and sketches of wolf heads drawn using red material. Carlo showed it to the woman.

The woman froze immediately. His entire attention was focused on the platinum pendant necklace that was coiled around Carlo's neck. “Molodoy gospodin, Karl?” hiss the woman with wide eyes.

“Speak in English, because I don't understand what you're saying at all. Do you speak English?” carlo asked half forcefully.

The woman did not answer. He held onto Carlo's wrist instead, then forcefully pulled him. He brought the beautiful man back into the house.

“Yes, I'm Karl. Karl Mikhailov's. Mr. Nikolai Volkov's son,” replied Carlo sure.

“Oh, my God!” The woman spread her arms, then ran towards the lover Miabella. He hugged Carlo tightly while sobbing. “So you're the son of Madame Fabiola? Is she okay?” ask the woman in Italian.

It made Carlo stunned and let go of the woman's embrace. “You can speak Italian?”

“Fabiola's mom taught me. I still remember Italian, even if only a little,” the answer was full haru. Sometimes the woman rubbed the bottom of her wet eyes. “Tell me, how's madam Fabiola doing?”

“My book is fine. I'll send you my regards. Now tell me, where is Igor? I want to meet him. Grigori told me that this is where the address is,” pinta Carlo.

“My name isadora. I used to serve Miss Fabiola. We are always together every day.” The woman instead introduced herself regardless of Carlo's question.

“Happy to meet you.” Carlo shook the hand of the woman who claimed to be named Isadora while smiling warmly. “Now tell me, where is Igor? I have to meet him.”

“Ah, Igor moved out of here five years ago." Isadora raised her palm right in front of Carlo's face. “He gave the house and all its contents to me,”.

“Moving? Move to where?” insist Carlo.

“Ke Sochi area. Quite far from here, young master,” replied Isadora, still with stunned and half incredulous eyes. “You're so handsome. After looking around, your face reminds me of the late master Nikolai. He used to be judged by many women, but Mr. Nikolai loved only one woman in his lifetime. She is the mistress Fabiola, your biological mother,” the woman chattered nonstop.

“Tell me, how do I get there?” ask Carlo again.

"If you have a car, you can drive it for approximately twenty hours drive,” replied Isadora.

“Twenty hours?” Carlo glares. Now his back is already sore, as a result of more sitting in a train seat for almost two days.

“You can also book airline tickets for domestic flights,” Isadora advises while flicking your fingers. “If you get on a plane, then the trip can be reached in just four hours.”

“I think I'm on a plane,” thought Carlo.

“That's a great idea, sir. I'll take you to the airport. I don't want you to get lost in this city,” Isadora said a little jokingly. Immediately, he passed from before Carlo to another part of the house.

Not long after, he appeared again in front of Carlo while wearing a coat. “Actually it will be safer if you stay in Moscow. There are no Viktor's followers here. Another case if you travel outside,” advice Isadora. The woman seemed to want to reveal something that she seemed to be holding back.

“What's outside Moscow?” ask Carlo curiously.

“Ehm, which I heard .. Viktor was riled up because of the appearance of the dagger owner Yuri Volkov, you. The savage man goes on a quest against Mr. Nikolai's remaining men to lead him to you. If they refuse, then Viktor will not hesitate to help him,” replied Isadora with a face full of horror.