The Bodyguard's
The Town of Sochi

After about two hours and forty-nine minutes, Carlo finally arrived at the international airport of the city of Sochi (AER). Armed with the address given by Isadora before he left earlier, Carlo immediately looked for a taxi that would take him to his destination.

Sochi, a small town located in Karsnodar Krai and named as the second longest city in the world. It is located on the edge of the Black Sea and the Caucasus Mountains with peaks that are always covered with snow. Sochi is the hottest city in Russia, due to its proximity to the sea.

Sochi city is a place with hundreds of legends. Since entering and sitting in a taxi, the driver has been constantly telling stories. Although using English sounds stiff, but Carlo can still understand it. The handsome man with many tattoos sometimes responded, but more often he just smiled while nodding.

After a while on the way, the driver stopped the vehicle in front of a three-story building, which was flanked by two dozens of apartment buildings. Before descending, Carlo had a look out of the glass window that was accidentally opened. "Are you sure this is the place?" ask the lover Miabella while looking at the driver.

"Yes, Sir. I often pass through this area. So, I can't be mistaken" replied the man who was about sixty years old confidently.

"Alright," Carlo replied. After paying for the taxi, he got out. Still with a large backpack on his back and a pair of brown hiking boots, Carlo strode dashing to the front of the three-story gray-painted building. However, he did not enter immediately even though the door seemed open. Carlo was glued for a while, until he was completely sure. He continued to step to the front door.

Inside, the atmosphere is quiet. Carlo rushed in and looked around. Apparently, the place he had come to this time was a simple inn. Whether he came to the right place or not. Carlo decided to approach the reception desk. He pressed the bell on the table.

Without having to wait for long, a brunette man who was neatly arranged to the side, came over. The light brown-eyed man's posture reminded Carlo of Benigno's figure. However, the difference is that this man looks very clean. "(dobryy den'/good afternoon)" he said with a flat face but still seemed friendly. His attitude was not made up.

Not understanding what the man was saying, Carlo replied with a nod. "Can you speak english?" her question is that she can't speak Russian.

"of courses. Can I help you?" ask the man then, with a slightly strange-sounding accent. His lips were thin, moving only slightly when he spoke.

"Um .. yes." Carlo nodded kindly. He then showed the address obtained from Isadora to the man earlier. "Is this the correct address?" he asked after putting a piece of paper on the table.

The man with brown hair who had been whitened on the side immediately picked up the paper earlier, then examined it. After reading the writing on the paper, the man then looked at Carlo for a moment. "Yes. It's the right address" he said later.

Carlo did not immediately respond. He again circulated the view, to every corner of the room on the first floor of the building. After that, he turned his attention back to the man behind the reception desk. "Where can I meet Igor?" asked the man in a slight whisper.

"Igor?" repeat the bright brown-eyed man.

"Yes. Igor," said Carlo. "I don't know what his last name is."

"There's no one named Igor here. Sorry, because I'm busy" the man concluded immediately. He then turned his back and intended to pass from before Carlo.

The attitude he had shown earlier, made Carlo become a little suspicious. "Wait!" prevent Carlo. "I've been through a very long journey just to meet with Igor. I hope what I have done has not been in vain. After all, Isadora herself gave this address to me," Carlo half-persuaded.

After hearing Isadora's name, the man with a large stature turned his head back and stared intently at Carlo. "Isadora's? Why did he give you this address?" tanyanya full of search.

"Because I didn't find Igor in Moscow. I should have met him there, according to the address given by Grigori Kostya," Carlo explained as he was.

After hearing the second name that Carlo mentioned earlier, the man came back towards him. "Grigori Kostya?" repeat the man. Without answering, Carlo simply nodded firmly. While the man seemed silent and thought without taking his eyes off the son of Nikolai Volkov. "Who are you really?" investigate the brown-haired man suspiciously.

Instantly, the man moved back and seemed to be in disbelief. While his eyes sharpened, directly hit the young man who stood handsome not far from where he was. "No way! What is the evidence that you are the son of Mr Nikolai Volkov?" ask the man doubtful.

For a moment, Carlo thought. He then recalled a message from Grigori saying that Igor was not the type of person who easily believed in someone he had just met. Carlo also showed a small smile at the corner of the lips decorated with a thin mustache. "So, that means you're the Igor I'm looking for right now" he said.

"It doesn't matter if I'm the one you're looking for or not. Tell me something, how can you claim to be the son of master Nikolai Volkov?"

The man Carlo suspected of being Igor, still showed disbelief before him. However, Carlo remained calm. He took out a necklace hidden behind his clothes. The black-haired man then opened the pendant that adorned him. In addition, Carlo also showed a folding knife that became a marker, that he was a true descendant of Yuri Volkov.

With a hunting breath, the man came back forward and approached. "Young master," he said, bowing politely and respectfully.

"Are you really the Igor I'm looking for?" carlo asked convincingly.

"really so. I am Igor. However, since moving here, I have changed my identity with a new one. People here know me by the name of Helge Boshirov" he said.

"Thank God," said Carlo who was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. The long journey he had gone through in these few days, finally paid off as well. The tiredness that had been whack was not in vain, with a meeting between himself and Igor.

"Shortly, Sir. Sit there first, "appoint Igor on a thick foam-lined wooden bench on the edge of the room. Without much refutation, Carlo nodded, as Igor moved to the interior of the inn. He waited there for a while, until the man came back.

"My employees are preparing a room for you. Sorry because this is not a star hotel, but I deliberately chose the best room in this inn," said Igor while sitting next to Carlo. The suspicion and vigilance that he had shown to the son of Nilolai Volkov, was no longer seen. Igor seemed much more relaxed this time.

"So this place is yours?" ask Carlo to make small talk.

"Yes, young master. I managed this place from the moment I left Moscow" Igor replied with a long sigh. "The grapevine I heard wasn't just a figment of the thumb. That's what makes me even more vigilant, because Viktor has spread his men almost all over Russia to comb the remains of the followers of Lord Nikolai," said Igor while looking at the wooden floor that he poked.

"Isadora also said the same thing to me. But it will be much better. Thus, we can get rid of little by little the followers of the traitor" Charles replied.

"You mean?" Igor turned his attention to the handsome young master next to him.

Carlo did not answer immediately. The man with many tattoos stared at the open door. His mind glared far away, passing through the thousands of kilometers he had passed. However, the beautiful face of Miabella in fact can not be left easily. Carlo smiled faintly. After that, the charming face of the lover then changed with the pale look of the mother, who endured the grief of the great loss of the death of her husband and twin sons.

"You don't think that I came here just to feel how cold Russia is, do you?" A pair of blue eyes belonging to Carlo, directed to Igor who seemed to be able to catch the direction of the talk of the heir to the throne.

"Grigori told me everything about what happened decades ago. After all, it is my responsibility as a potential heir to the throne to restore the glory, as well as the big name of the Red Wolf Clan. But of course I can't move on my own. That's why I want you to help me on this mission. Russia is my birthplace, but you know this country better with all its intricacies" Carlo said at length.

Igor looked very excited. "I'm glad you've finally been found. I was also very worried about Viktor's men. Unfortunately, I can't do anything. The strength I have right now is definitely not comparable to them," Igor said, bowing half his body.

"Don't worry. After this, we'll work out a careful plan first, then move on." Carlo speechless. He then raised his right leg, then placed it over his left thigh. The man plays the fingers on the bent knee. "Are you still communicating with my father's loyal followers?" tanyakanya.