The Bodyguard's
Volch'ya Kletka

"I think the idea of daddy zio is much safer." Miabella chimed in while looking meaningfully at her husband, who was still bare-chested and wearing wet jeans.

"Yes, but was Mr. Ricci roughly willing to help, given his busy life all along. I feel bad if I have to trouble him just for this kind of business" Carlo said, sounding hesitant.

"Ricci must be ready. More precisely I will do so," answered Adriano while smiling calmly. "Send me the business of him" said the blue-eyed man, as he passed from before his daughter and daughter-in-law. However, before actually coming out, Adriano turned his head back and turned his gaze to Carlo. "Hurry and clean yourself up." After saying so, Adriano continued his intention earlier. He opened the door, then walked out of the room.

Dressed in wet clothes, Adriano strode down a wide corridor with a very stunning design. He had to admit that the Red Wolf Clan Palace was indeed very extraordinary. All the ornaments and carvings look so detailed and also classy, showing how high the social status of the owner.

Adriano then stopped in front of the room he occupied. The middle-aged man immediately pulled out a key, then rushed in to clean himself up. Moments later, the chairman Tigre Nero had changed into a new one. As usual, he always looks dapper. For Adriano, the outward appearance is very important. This can certainly bring up a positive image of the interlocutor or anyone he meets. After all, it had all been his trademark long ago.

Adriano then picks up the cell phone he put on the table, side by side with Mia's cell phone. Until then, the wife had not returned. The opportunity was used by Adriano to contact Coco, who has now been successful with her car workshop and showroom business in Rome.

"Pronto." Coco's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"How are you, Ricci?" greet Adriano while sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

"Very good, amico. However, after getting a call from you I suddenly became restless" Coco chirped in her speech style which sounded very distinctive. "How are you and Mia? It's been a long time since you called or stopped by here."

While Adriano just laughed softly hearing the apos from the close friend of the late Matteo de Luca. However, she already knows the figure of Francesca's husband, so she should not feel offended. "My wife and I are fine. There's a lot of business. Though I often come to Casa de Luca, but did not have time to stop by Rome. Maybe next time Mia and I will take the time to get there" Adriano said calmly.

"Yes, it's okay. I can understand it. Now, tell me what's up? Straight away, you don't need much pleasantry because I don't have much time for that." Coco immediately said so, even though Adriano had not said anything. The leader Tigre Nero, again just laughed. "Why are you just laughing?" coco kecing protest.

"It's okay. I'm just amazed by your instincts" Adriano said, stopping his laughter.

"It's not instinct, amico. I've known every time you call me, for some reason or to ask for something. So, what kind of help do you need?"

If Coco had said so, then Adriano did not want to mince words anymore. He just spoke his true intentions. "I want you to spend some time this weekend" said Mia's husband.

"For what? I always take time every weekend to get together with my family" Coco said.

"I want you to come to Russia immediately. Right now, I happen to be in St. Petersburg. We need your help." Adriano's tone sounded so straightforward and serious.

"Russia?" Coco was so shocked when she heard the name of the country that Adriano mentioned earlier. "What are you doing there?" tanyanya.

During this time, Coco had indeed missed out on a lot of information. After deciding to get out of Casa de Luca and start a life with a normal job, Coco does seem to close herself off from anything that smells mafia world. However, he never refused whenever Adriano needed his help.

Without explaining anything to Coco, Adriano immediately expressed the purpose and purpose of contacting Mia's brother-in-law. He talked about the ancient tapes that he and Carlo had found in the basement of the greenhouse. Hearing the words of Adriano, Coco also seems to be very interested.

"Is there a cassette player there, amico?" coco asked after Adriano finished telling her story.

"Geez, old age makes your brain duller Adriano" Coco slammed into it. He seemed to forget that he was both old. "Simplitly so. If there are such tapes there, then there must be a player as well. For what someone keeps useless things. All of these things must have a partner. My advice, you better try to find it first. If you can't find it, then you can buy it at the antique shop. I think things like you meant were there, even though I wasn't sure myself but ...."

"Do you have that kind of player?" sela Adriano's.

“Ah, I know what you mean. You want me to take my equipment all the way from Italy to Russia. Yes, ‘kan?” guess Coco. “I don't want to trouble myself by bringing a lot of stuff there. Prepare the player first, then I will come!” firmly the curly-haired man.

“You don't have to bother, Ricci. I'll pick you up on a private plane. As always,” says Adriano kalem.

“I'll come along, as long as I don't bring anything but a suitcase with a change of clothes!” The request of the late friend Matteo de Luca seemed to be a dead price and could not be bargained again.

“Good. Then I will try to find the player here, because the most important thing is that you are willing to come here.” Adriano had no choice but to give up.

“Good. L like it. Then pick me up tomorrow!” exclaim Coco. His voice sounded so excited.

“Besok?” adriano repeated as he clucked slowly.

“Didn't I just say I'd pick you up on the weekend?” his protest.

“Tomorrow and the day after is a national holiday. As for the weekend, I have a schedule I can't leave with Francy and the kids. So, pick me up tomorrow or I won't come at all!” coco concluded with ease.

“Jeez, bene (fine)! I'll have my pilot pick you up tomorrow. Get ready at the airport at eight o'clock!” cut Adriano off before ending his call.

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In a corner of St. Petersburg, in an old castle of the Romanov residence, Stefan looks very upset. Not far from the man, there were several crystal glasses and bottles of drinks that were already in a state of being smashed into pieces. The shard of those things was scattered on the wooden floor. “Job! That guy just used me!” his growl was full of emotion with a voice that was quite loud. “The girl is still alive, even back to Volch'ya Kletka (wolf cage)!”

Yelena, the only princess at that time stood not far from the man who was being overwhelmed with anger. The beautiful woman looked much calmer than her father. Folding both hands on the chest, Yelena the owner of beautiful black hair stepped gracefully to get closer to Stefan.

“It is better to immediately remove all evidence that you have ever been in contact with Damien, father,” he suggested. “You would not like it if someday, Karl Volkov found evidence that you were involved in the failed kidnapping plan,” added Yelena while sitting while folding legs on the desk of the father.

“Damien untouchable, Yelena!” jerk Stefan. “I just found out that Damien is an elite staff of secret agents, as well as the right hand of Roderyk Lenkov. The man is now washing his hands over his reckless actions in Palermo, Italy,” furious one of the frontman of the Romanov Clan.

“If indeed Damien can not protect us at this time, then we only need to find another protector,” said Yelena casually, while sharing a cynical smile.

“Who?” Stefan frowned as he looked at the princess with a look full of question marks.

“Who else if not Vlad Ignasevich, the illegitimate son of old man Viktor Drozdov,” replied Yelena quietly while laughing with satisfaction.