The Bodyguard's
Invisible Man's

"So, what's your plan, sir?" asked Igor to re-establish his tall large body. He still cast a gaze at the heir to the throne of the Red Wolf Clan.

"The first thing we will do is contact my father's loyal followers, then gather them back together," Carlo replied confidently.

"Oh, I think it's impossible, young master," Igor argued against Carlo's idea.

"Why indeed?" asked the dark-haired man while squinting his eyes.

"The loyal followers of Mr. Nikolai, on average, are old at this time. An example would be me and Grigori. Where maybe you will force us to fight, especially for so long we do not hold weapons," explained Igor sound hesitant.

"Is that so? That's reckon. We don't know what they think yet" Carlo argued. "I don't think anyone's ability and talent will be lost to age" the former bodyguard thought, trying to convince the man next to him.

Igor did not respond immediately. The man who is now almost the same age as the Grigori rubbed his mouth and beard rough. "I still communicate well with some old friends. Some of them are still in Russia. However, not a few have ventured abroad and sought a decent and safe livelihood there," said the man with bright brown eyes.

"Then, try to contact those who are still in Russian territory. I just want to find out how much loyalty those people have towards the Red Wolf Clan" Carlo said calmly, without changing his seat.

"If they're already assembled, then we can devise a plan using safe tactics. We use smart ways to finish off opponents, without having to rely on physical fighting of course," Carlo's heart sounds so convincing.

"Yes, it makes sense too. Mr. Nikolai has some men who are snipers. In fact, most of us are trained to shoot well. In addition, we are also proficient in using daggers" Igor explained.

"That sounds better" said Carlo. The handsome man took a deep breath. "If I could, I wouldn't burden anyone. However, unfortunately I do not know the figure of Viktor and all the power that is behind him. That means I still need you as an advisor."

"alright. I will try to contact some old colleagues who are still communicating well to this day. After that, I'll gather them all together. I am sure that they would like to see what kind of a direct descendant of Mr. Nikolai Volkov,” Igor agreed.

“Now I suggest you better rest first. I know if you must be very tired,” he said when one of the lodging employees he had been assigned to come to them. The young girl looked down courteously at Igor.

“The room for you is ready, Sir,” reports the girl while directing Carlo to climb the stairs to head upstairs. "The room for you is on the third floor" he said again.

Carlo nodded. He then said goodbye to Igor. Carlo immediately followed the young girl up a few steps, because there was no elevator.

“Please, Sir,” the employee who seems to be the same age as Miabella, opened the door wide room. He invited Carlo to come in.

“Thank you,” said Carlo politely. He went in and threw his backpack over the sofa. Carlo nodded to the girl with the door closed.

Being alone in a room that is quite spacious, makes Carlo more and more careless. Maybe looking out at the view will make him feel better. Without lingering, the man opened the window of the room and let the sea breeze blow on his handsome face.

Carlo closed his eyes for a moment while enjoying the wind caress on that sunny afternoon. He opened his eyes again and looked at the open ocean that was indeed located right in front of the inn Igor owned. “Miabella.” Carlo mentioned that name again. It was as if all the things and people he met, could not take his mind off the girl.

“Young master, have you met Igor?” asked the worried-sounding Grigori.

“Yes. I was even allowed to spend the night at one of his lodgings,” replied Carlo casually. “What's wrong?”

“Sgratitude.” Grigori let out her breath slowly. “Czar's men are back on the move, young master. They combed Italy, from along the Austrian border to Slovenia. From what I heard, the followers of Czar have managed to master a small organization in Slovenia,” he explained.

“What are they looking for?” carlo asked while knitting an eyebrow.

“You, sir. They're trying to prevent you from getting out of Italy. It seems they don't know that you've arrived in Russia. Apparently your decision to get out of this country as soon as possible has a point as well,” said Grigori.

“They weren't as quick as I thought,” pout Carlo with a grinning smile.

“Oh, one more thing, young master. I heard from the spy who was watching the area around Casa de Luca. Reportedly, there is an IT expert hired by Czar, to hack the software security system there and intercept all communication equipment in that place,” beber Grigori.

“I am sure they will not dare to mess with the de Luca clan, after the crushing defeat they experienced the other day,” said Carlo with certainty.

“I also think like that. However, I'm sure that they do so only to detect your presence. It would be very dangerous if you were still in contact with Miss Miabella. They will be able to know the whereabouts of the young master,” explained Grigori.

“Then, what should I do? What about Miabella?” carlo asked doubtfully.

“Young lady is fine, sir. I also managed to infiltrate one of my employees to apply as a waiter. Yesterday he was accepted for an interview and this morning was his first day working there,” Grigori explained. “In my opinion, Miss Miabella is not the main concern, because she is already in strict care and security,” he continued.

“Should be, you must be vigilant. My advice, do not contact Ms. Miabella or anyone else in Italy, for a while until circumstances permit. Dispose of your number and replace it with a new number that has not been detected by anyone. If you want to contact me or you want to know about the loved ones in Italy, you can do it through Igor. He has a special satellite phone that no one will be able to intercept. Igor will call me and deliver your message. In essence, do not let you contact directly. This is all for the security and success of all our plans,” explained Grigori at length.

“So so.” Carlo nodded while smiling faintly. Inwardly, he justified the advice of the Grigori. It would be better for him if ‘disappeared and invisible’ for a while, until what he aspires to be achieved. He had to separate from Miabella.

“Phone yesterday is a melodious voice that I will hear for the last time,” Carlo murmured.

“Whose phone, young master?” repeated Grigori did not understand.

“Ah no. Its alright. All right, I get it. I'm gonna throw this number. Thanks for your advice. See you later, Grigori.” With heavy feelings, Carlo ended his call. While grasping the phone, those beautiful blue eyes glared into the high seas. “May you be patient waiting for me, Bella.”

Carlo lowered his head, then directed his attention to the cell phone in his grasp. He returned to operating the flat object. Carlo swiped the screen and opened a gallery full of photos of Miabella in various poses. After that, he turned off his phone and pulled out the SIM card he had been using for years.

Carlo broke the SIM card into two pieces, then threw it all the way out the window. “Arrivederci, Miabella. Hopefully you will remain patient waiting for my arrival,” he said.