The Bodyguard's
The Shadow of the Beloved

"Oxana?" The name slid from Carlo's thin mustachioed lips. He then stood up without distracting her from the blonde beauty.

"It's great to see you in Russia. If I may know, what wind carried you flying all the way here?" ask the sexy-looking girl who is none other than Oxana Miroslava. The girl who was once saved by Romeo, the eldest son of Marco de Luca.

"I have a little business here" Carlo replied. He glanced at Igor and also Ivan. Both of his seniors had been enjoying the drinks they ordered.

"Alright, Carlo. Enjoy yournight. I have to do my job in a minute. I hope it will comfort you and these two uncles" Oxana said, turning to Igor and Ivan. The blonde beauty smiled sweetly, then it soon passed before the two middle-aged men had time to protest against her.

After Oxana's death, Carlo chose to sit down again. He was sure that the senior duo would definitely ask all sorts of questions towards him. What the blue-eyed handsome man suspected was indeed true.

However, Carlo did not have time to answer who the girl who had just had a short conversation with him, a spotlight first displayed a beautiful girl who only wore underwear on the stage. Oxana is still working as a dancer. This time, however, his appearance was much bolder.

"Wow!" Ivan was amazed. He smiled broadly as he looked at Igor who was also looking forward. While Carlo prefers to enjoy drinks that have been served on the table.

"Young girls are very energetic. Isn't that right, pal?" Ivan nudged the arm of his old friend who was enjoying the show. Unexpectedly, it turns out that men like Igor who looks calm also like the spectacle as Oxana is presenting, for the visitors of the bar.

"How beautiful is your lover to be willing to miss a show like this, young master?" ivan asked, sipping his drink.

"Nobody can match the beauty of my Miabella" replied Carlo who was also enjoying his drink.

"Of the name alone reflects her beautiful face. I hope that one day you will be willing to bring him here and introduce him to us" said Ivan again. He turned back to Igor who did not take a second to distract from the performance on stage.

After finishing one drink, Carlo took the time to look towards the stage. His mind was focused on one thing, a strategy he would use to attack. A moment later, the owner of the thin mustache smiled slightly. A glimmer of an accurate solution as well as an idea appeared in his mind.

"After this, wait for me a while before we go home" the handsome man said. Carlo then moved away from the wooden chair he was sitting on.

"Where are you going, young master?" ask Igor. He just turned his attention, after the show from Oxana ended.

"There's a little business. Don't go anywhere" said Carlo again. Without saying much more, he rushed towards the other part of the bar. Carlo walked towards the backstage quietly, without arousing any suspicion from the other visitors.

"What's he gonna do?" whiskey Ivan.

"Eitherway. Perhaps complete personal affairs," Igor said indifferently. He returned to drink his drink.

After Oxana was before him, Carlo seemed to whisper something to the blue-eyed girl earlier. I don't know what he said, because shortly afterwards Carlo rushed to leave the place that became the dressing room.

"How, Master? Is your business done?" ask Igor. He welcomed Carlo who had returned to the table earlier.

"Already," said Carlo, "what if we just go home. It feels so exhausting. I'm sure Isadora must have served us some delicious food," asked the man, who had no time to sit there.

"Ah yes. We haven't had dinner yet. What time is it?" Ivan turned to Igor who immediately saw the watch on his left wrist.

"It's almost nine o'clock" Igor replied. "Well, we go home before the air gets colder" he agreed.

"So, do Russians still feel the cold?" chirps Carlo.

"Of course, sir. We are normal human beings" Igor said, standing up and immediately followed by Ivan. The three men walked out of the bar. As usual, they walked down the streets of Moscow in the cold autumn air that night.

On the way home, Ivan and Igor were engrossed in conversation using the language of their country. While Carlo was silent. He continued walking with both hands in his jacket pocket. The mind of the crown prince is not necessarily direction. Everything came into his mind at that moment. However, one of the most powerful is the shadow of the beloved lover, Miabella.

Carlo let out a slow breath, especially when he came across two girls who were walking in opposite directions. One of the girls looked over and looked at him. For some reason, Carlo, who had originally walked down, turned back to the girl who was smiling with a sweet smile towards him. At that time, hallucinations began to dominate common sense.

In the cold air of Moscow, he saw the beautiful face of Miabella who was looking gently full of temptation. The brunette waved her hand. Miabella looks so charming, with her beautiful crown straight across her left shoulder.

Instantly, Carlo was stunned. He stood there staring at the girl who was walking backwards and further away from her. "Bella ..." the man sighed very softly. He was about to step up to catch up with the beautiful girl earlier, if Igor did not immediately grab her arm.

"Master! Where are you going?" prevent Igor who was astonished by Carlo's attitude.

Instantly, the dark-haired man also regained his senses. He went back to breathing deeply. At a glance, Carlo turned to Igor and Ivan who were staring with astonishment. However, Adriano's former foster children did not give any answers. He chose to go back on his steps and get ahead of his two seniors.

'How are you doing right now, Bella? Are you all right? Why do I feel so bad? Tell me what I have to do to get rid of all this turmoil.'

Carlo kept his feet. He also dissolves again in the beautiful shadow of his beloved lover, Miabella.