The Bodyguard's
Small Hole

Carlo was able to breathe a sigh of relief, when his meeting with Boris and Fyodor Vasiliev went smoothly. The old man promised to help himself to gather strength, while bridging himself in cooperation with the government.

“Where are we going now?” ask Grigori while walking down the sidewalk. While the night is getting late. The air in Moscow is cold.

“We go to my house only,” Igor replied while putting both hands in his jacket pocket.

“You mean our old headquarters?” sahut Ivan's.

“Market?” Carlo interrupts the middle-aged man's conversation.

“Yes, Young Master. The house you first came to was our secret headquarters, shortly after Viktor took over the Red Wolf Clan. However, over time the place became quiet, because the followers of Mr. Nikolai began to split. Many of them have either moved abroad or disappeared somewhere. In any case, we have to move on,” Igor replied. "Do you remember Roman and Alan? I heard they both opened a small restaurant in Sibenik, Croatia," Igor asked the two colleagues in Russian.

"God. Who would have thought, even though they were both experts in long-range shooting" Grigori said in disbelief. "Maybe the same as Dominik who became a carpenter, and Misha is now turning into a senior coach at one of Slovenia's fitness centers. Everyone has sought their own livelihood" Grigori said.

"Yes, this time also Alan and Roman shot the customers from a distance. The target was the stomach," Ivan's clumsiness made his three friends laugh.

"I think it might be the same as me managing an ugly and cheap inn. You don't know how much sulinya compete with the luxury lodgings in Sochi" said Igor.

However, it was very different with Carlo. Apart from not understanding what the three seniors were discussing, the blue-eyed handsome man's mind was also back on Miabella. The longing that is so heavy to the beautiful girl is very dusty in the chest. If he could, Carlo was eager to run while shouting his name as loud as possible.

However, a moment later the handsome man who owned many tattoos earlier tried to get rid of the temptation temporarily. He whispered to Grigori, curious about what they were talking about. Grigori immediately explained it in Italian.

“Why should they move abroad? Isn't Moscow the safest place?” carlo asked after hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, linking his brows.

“Many of them are hurt, for the massacre of Mr. Nikolai and his two twin sons. They considered secret agents to be involved in the incident. However, until now we do not know what the purpose is,” explained Grigori. “At last they chose to go from Russia. At least, it can help a little to forget the worst tragedy of their lives,”. "We, who both have high loyalty to Mr. Nikolai, cannot force them to stay afloat by relying on false expectations."

“So, so it seems.” Carlo muttered softly. His eyes glared, staring at the surface of the pavement. It is seen when Grigori mentions that his father and two brothers were killed in a very heinous way.

“Mari, Young Master. We just need to cross the street, then cross the city monument. After that, then we arrive at the residence of Igor,” explained Ivan confidently. He still vividly remembered the route to the housing complex, which Carlo had been to at the beginning of his arrival in Russia.

Carlo nodded slowly. He exhaled repeatedly. While both hands, since not out of the pocket hoodie jacket.

After a while, the four men had arrived at the place they were headed. Igor advanced first and immediately knocked on the door. Just as Carlo experienced before, the occupant of the house did not open it immediately. Especially because it was past one o'clock in the morning.

"Maybe Isodora did not hear. I'm sure he must be sleeping under a thick blanket" Ivan said. He said something in his wishful thinking, given the increasingly cold weather.

"alright. It's unethical to visit at a time like this. The host will certainly not open the door for us" Igor said. Without wasting any time, the brunette shifted a flower pot that was near the door. Under the pot, there was a wooden floor. Igor then asked Ivan to turn on the flashlight from his phone.

"I think it may be because your strength has diminished" said Ivan who was soon accompanied by laughter from the Grigori.

"Not helping, you're mocking me!" dengus Igor was upset.

While Carlo who had just stood up while watching, now moved forward. He hinted for Igor to immediately get out of his place. The owner of the inn did not argue.

After Igor stepped aside from there, Carlo immediately took over the place. He then lowered his body. With all his might, Carlo pulled the small iron hook earlier. It feels so heavy. However, Carlo's strength is much greater when compared to the box-shaped cover.

"Gosh, it deserves so heavy," he said in disbelief.

The box-shaped cover was already open. From the top, the cover that turned out to be the secret door was indeed layered with wood. However, at the bottom it turns out to be quite thick armored.

"This is Igor's skill, Young Master. He is the smartest in distressing the lives of others," said Grigori who immediately went down first, into a hole that is only enough for one person.

"It is not uncommon for him to feel distress. Just like just now," said Ivan who was so content to make fun of his old friend.

"I hear you, you son of a bitch!" Igor who is already downstairs. The man's voice sounded.

Not long after, Ivan invited Carlo to come down. However, Carlo chose to be the last, because he was afraid that Ivan would not be able to close the entrance again. At that moment, Igor laughed back very loudly. He felt that Carlo had avenged all the mockery of his close friend.

After all the down and the entrance was closed again, they then went down a very narrow hall and again only enough for one person. They also walk in a backward position. Because there was no lighting at all, Carlo also turned on the flashlight from his phone.

About a few moments, the four men went down the long narrow hallway earlier. In the end, they arrived in front of a door that was also very small in size, so that the person passing by had to be in a sideways position.

One by one they passed through the narrow door. At that moment, Carlo felt like he was in the dwarf world. However, the sense of stuffiness that in a few moments of agony had ended, when they were faced with a ladder that looked much more normal. Carlo breathed a sigh of relief. "Excellent," murmured the dark-haired man. The cold that had hit, did not feel at all in the basement.

"How, Master?" grigori asked as they walked up the circular staircase. I don't know how many tens of steps they have to pass this time.

"Who designed the driveway?" carlo asked in disbelief.

"Igor designed it, sir. The small tunnel was a duplicate of the Red Wolf headquarters. If you later go there, prepare yourself to go down a tunnel that is much longer and also stuffy," Grigori reminded. The man was then stunned for a moment with a downcast face. "There too, Mr. Nikolai and his twin sons were inhumanely killed."

"Don't worry, Grigori. Soon, my father will soon find his composure."