The Bodyguard's
Back to Life

The three of them were both sitting at the dining table. About three waiters, get them some of the available menus. When finished, the servants returned to the back to do other tasks.

Mia seemed to put on a radiant look at that moment. Likewise with Vlad who often steals the eyes of Miabella. However, the beautiful girl still put on a flat look, and seemed not interested in the cooperation that had begun Mia and Vlad discussed.

“As Mr Adriano told me in a phone call, miss de Luca has accepted my proposed cooperation,” Vlad said, holding a steak knife in his right hand.

Mia smiled as she glanced at Miabella who looked down more and did nothing. Don't scoop up the food, nor does the girl talk. Miabella stared blankly at the plate that already contained grilled meat with the addition of a salad as a complement.

“Yes. It was the best decision in my opinion, Mr. Ignashevich. I heard from Miabella before she got sick, my daughter has managed to enlarge the plantation area by buying vacant land across the road in front of the Casa de Luca,” area, said Mia. “Starting next season, planting grape seedlings will be done on a massive basis,”.

“Leave everything to mom,” Miabella said. In the end, the girl opened her mouth. However, her words were not the sentence that Mia wanted to hear. “I want to leave everything to mom,” repeat Miabella again while standing up and about to leave the dining table.

“Wait, Son,” Prevent Mia. He blocked her eldest daughter's arm, until she stopped moving and turned around while trying to let go of her hand.

“I can't think well at the moment. I'm sorry,” said Miabella. At first glance he glanced at Vlad who was looking at him with eyes that looked very shady.

“At least appreciate our guests. Mr. Ignashevich has gone to great lengths to come here and talk to you" Mia said. As much as possible he uses sentences as soft and full of caution.

“Isn't everything clear? Daddy Zio has accepted the cooperation proposal. This long-haired master is just waiting for my wine to bear fruit and be harvested,” said Miabella in a tone that sounded so cold.

“Yes. However, while waiting for the harvest time to arrive, maybe we can talk about the strategy that will be applied in the future to open the market in Russia.” Vlad soon chimed in on Mia and Miabella's chat, before the beautiful girl passed from the dinner table.

Hearing the Russian word, Miabella immediately turned around and stared intently at Vlad. “Russia?” hisses.

“Don't I tell you from the beginning that I will pack and market quality wine from here to outside of Italy. Especially the Russians? As a first step, the city of St. Petersburg will be the most strategic place to introduce special wine products that only come from the Casa de Luca plantation,” explained Vlad with a charming smile on his lips.

“Why do you want to talk about marketing strategy with me? I'm just a wine producer, not a marketing man,” said Miabella Ketus.

“I think by introducing the figure of Miss as the owner of this famous wine brand, it will further increase consumer appeal,” replied Vlad still with his calm style of speech.

“Does that mean you're taking me to Russia?” miabella asked with a trembling voice.

“If Miss doesn't mind,” says Vlad smiled widely. He could sense that the beautiful girl standing before him was starting to get interested.

“How, Bella?” mia asked after a while had passed. Mia was not yet calm, as Miabella was silent again without giving an answer.

Vlad was getting excited, when he saw Miabella who had started asking questions and was willing to talk. He explained the ins and outs of his home country so enthusiastically. Vlad told me about the beauty, the wealth of nature, and all the uniqueness of the vast territory

But Miabella's imagination was not imagining what Vlad was saying. His mind was imagining Carlo, who was at some point on a land as large as Russia. Visiting the country, as well as making himself closer to the man. It will increase the possibility for Miabella, in order to meet someone who has damaged her heart and life.

For a moment the blue eyes and the charming smile of Carlo danced in Miabella's eyes. The girl then revealed a faint smile that could be caught by both Mia and Vlad. “Tell me, when will we start cooperation in Russia?” miabella asked suddenly. While Mia immediately turned her head towards her daughter in astonishment. In a short time, Miabella's attitude could change by one hundred and eighty degrees.

“All need process, Miss. Let's start with the first step. For example, determining product design, making marketing schemes and other technical matters related to shipping goods abroad,” Vlad explained without seeming patronizing.

“After that ...we go to Russia?” ask Miabella again.

“If that is what Miss wants,” Vlad replied in the end, making Miabella smile widely. A glimmer of spirit and hope re-emerged in the girl. Inwardly, he decided to crawl up from the slump.

Miabella would show how great she was in front of Carlo. He wanted to get the man to bend his knees and get a reply, for all the pain he had been given.

Unlike Mia and Vlad, who assume that Miabella can open up. This is a very good increase. For Mia, it was one of the great steps to release Miabella from Carlo's shadow. While Vlad had imagined a much bigger than just a partner.

Since the meeting and lunch that day. Miabella gradually returns to her old self, though not completely. He began to earnestly and diligently work. Slowly but surely, the daughter of the late Matteo de Luca enlarged the plantation area by buying buildings around it.

Hundreds of new seeds are planted in each cycle. Production was further enhanced, resulting in wine producing tens of times the production of previous years. Miabella is also increasingly ambitious to improve its quality and packaging into products that are preferred by all age segments.

Up to three years later, the name of de Luca wine has been heard echoing to abroad. One of them is Russia. At that time, Carlo was having a meeting with the head of the secret forces, Pavel Sashenka in a hidden villa belonging to Boris Vasiliev.

Two waiters brought food trolleys and bottles of wine that looked very expensive. Carlo continued to watch the wine bottle carried by one of the servants, to the point that his conversation with Pavel and Boris had to be interrupted.

“That's the latest product, Young master Volkov. A young businessman named Vlad Ignashevich became the official distributor of A-quality wine from the Italian highlands. Before starting the soft opening, Vlad, who was one of my son's acquaintances, had already sent some sample bottles to Fyodor. One of them is the one I'm presenting to you right now,” explained Boris. He noticed the look in Carlo's eyes that could not be separated from the luxurious design wine bottle earlier.

“Italy?” Carlo turned his eyes to Boris.

“Yes. Reportedly Vlad Ignashevich will hold an open-air party in St. Petersburg, to inaugurate the launch of wine products. Diia will also invite his main manufacturer,” replied the old man again.

Carlo gulped. His heart beat faster upon hearing Boris' explanation. “When will the party be held?” tanyakanya.

“It so happens that an open party that will be attended by the famous artists, will be held on the same date as our main agenda, which is to destroy one corner of St. city. Petersburg, which is Viktor's headquarters,” said Boris, making Carlo have to breathe deeply.