The Bodyguard's
Connecting

Carlo leaned part of his body against the edge of the oval-shaped table earlier. Both hands are filled with tattoo engraving, he put on the left and right of his athletic body. While the fingers with a silver ring decoration, tightly trim the edges of the table. "A stupidity that we can use well" he said slowly but sounded so convincing.

"You mean, Sir?" Igor asked, not understanding.

"I guess I can guess." Ivan turned his gaze to Carlo and Igor in turn.

"Grigori told me that the Red Wolf Clan used to have a good relationship with the government. Name someone who was influential at the time. People who knew my father well" Carlo's request sounded serious.

Igor and Ivan seem to think. They seem to be remembering something. A moment later, a faint smile fell on the corner of Igor's lips. "Boris Vasiliev" he said. Carlo and Ivan turned to the innkeeper.

"Boris Vasiliev?" repeat Carlo while tapping his fingers on the edge of the table.

"Yes. Boris Vasiliev was a member of the legislature. However, as far as I know he often communicates with Mr. Nikolai. Their relationship is also well established" explained Igor. Carlo and Ivan listened carefully.

"Now Boris is no longer in office. However, I heard that one of his sons occupies an important seat in parliament."

"What do you mean Fyodor Vasiliev?" ask Ivan.

"Yes, exactly," Igor said.

"He is famous for being very firm and also critical" said Ivan, touching the base of his nose. "Do you think it would be easy to lobby such a person?" Ivan's question sounded a little doubtful over the idea they were discussing.

"For those of us who don't know him it might be difficult, but not for Grigori. He was a trust advisor to Mr. Nikolai. Grigori knew Boris Vasiliev well. I think the man can bridge the young master to get to Fyodor Vasiliev" Igor thought

"That means I should ask Grigori to come here" said Carlo with a gaze that led to hiking boots, which always faithfully accompanied his steps.

"Grigori wouldn't mind leaving his comfortable office space for a moment" Igor said with a meaningful smile.

"I don't think it's wrong for us to try, Young Master," suggested Ivan who now fully supports the idea.

Carlo seemed to think for a while. After which, the dark-haired handsome man immediately straightened his sturdy body. He then turned his attention to Igor. "Connect me with the Grigori, because my phone is not yet loaded with a SIM card. He also said that I should not contact him directly, so as not to be detected by Viktor's men who are in Italy" he explained.

"Sure, Young Master." Igor got up from his seat, then walked towards the wooden cabinet located in the corner of the room. He opened the door of the closet until it made a squeaking sound. From inside the closet, Igor took out a black box and took it and placed it on the meeting table.

Igor opened the box in front of those in the room. The man then took something from inside, which was nothing but a large black satellite phone. The communication device has an antenna that can be stretched to length. Igor starts contacting Grigori using it.

Without having to wait too long, the call was immediately connected. Igor was heard greeting his old colleague. They even talked for a while, until he finally handed over the communication tool he had used to Carlo.

"Grigs? It's Carlo" said the heir to the throne of the Red Wolf Clan.

"Ah, young master," said Grigori warmly. "So, how? Have you got a bright spot?" tanyanya. Grigori then fell silent while occasionally being bearded, while listening to Carlo who was talking to him.

"It is not difficult to meet Boris Vasiliev. I'll make an appointment to meet him. After that then fly to Russia" Grigori said in response to what Carlo had told him.

Grigori fell silent again and listened to what Carlo had to say. He nodded with confidence, before finally ending the conversation. After that, the middle-aged man then called Felix the aide.

Felix immediately faced. The man who always looked neat was standing near the Grigori desk. "What shall I do, sir?" ask without being asked. He seemed to know what Grigori meant to call himself.

"Connect me with Boris Vasiliev," Grigori ordered with authority.

"Boris Vasiliev? Do you still have her contact number?" ask Feliks.

"I wouldn't have told you if I still had his contact number" Grigori replied as he clucked softly. "I want this day as well" the man said again, which was soon ended with a long sigh.

Another case with Felix who must rotate the brain, in order to get the contact number of the man Grigori was referring to. He must not fail in his master's duty. "I'll try immediately, sir," said the man later. He hurried to retreat, to begin the search.

In a hurry, Feliks walked out of the office building owned by Grigori. He drove his car to the Russian consulate in Milan.

Feliks had a secret acquaintance there, one of the consulate employees who was in direct contact with the Russian Federal Security Service, which was once known as the KGB. It can be said that his acquaintance was one of the secret agents of the Russian government stationed at the consulate.

After reporting to the guard and showing the identity card, Feliks was able to waltz in freely. Inside the building, Feliks made an appointment with the acquaintance through the receptionist, then waited for a while.

Not long after, a woman about forty years old, came out from the direction of the elevator. He half ran over to Felix who was waiting on the lobby sofa.

“Hey, how are you?” he held out his hand.

“Good. The weather was clear today. What about you, Irina? Is it in break time?” Not without reason Felix asked that. The sentence was a gesture which meant that Felix needed important information from the woman before him.

The woman named Irina immediately nodded in understanding. “Come, we go to cafeteria,” take him while directing Felix on the side of the building. They walked quite a distance until they arrived at another part of the consulate building.

It is a small restaurant located inside the building. Not many people were there, because the break was over. The atmosphere was so quiet, that it made it easier for Felix to request confidential information from Irina.

“What do you want to ask?” Irina reached into her blazer pocket, then took out a pack of cigarettes. He also offered it to Felix.

“No, thank you. I've stopped smoking,” reject the gentleman while raising one hand in front of the chest.

“Oh, alright.” Irina grabbed the cigarette box back. He took out a stick before putting it in his pocket. Relaxedly, the woman lit a match and lit a cigarette that she had clenched on her lips with a bright red lipstick.

“If you want to ask about the Red Wolf version of Viktor, then I will answer that there has been no significant development. They are already very weak in Russia. However, their power grew significantly outside the country, especially in Slovenia and Austria. I think, just wait for time until they can conquer Italy,” said Irina calmly.

“Actually that is very good news. However, that is not what I want to ask,” said Feliks with the same tone.

“Then what?” irina asked as she sucked her cigarette deeply, then exhaled her smoke.

“I want you to connect me with Boris Vasiliev,” Feliks replied.