The Bodyguard's
Parasites

On the way home to the Red Wolf Palace, Carlo was more silent and mused. The figure of a man named Redoryk Lenkov whose face is faintly recorded on a video belonging to Nikolai, continues to be imagined in the mind of the clan leader. One more thing he has to do, is find strong evidence that Redoryk is the man behind the power and power of Viktor Drozdov.

“I really don't understand, Sir,” said Grigori who had managed to break Carlo's daydreams. The former trust advisor, Nikolai Volkov, sat next to the driver's seat while his employer was in the back seat.

“What makes you not understand?” ask Carlo. Highlight his blue eyes can not be separated from the view outside the window passed by his vehicle.

“How can Redoryk Lenkov relate to Viktor Drozdov?” thought Grigori while scrunching his forehead.

“This is just my guess. Mr. Vasiliev once said that there is an invisible force, which helps and protects Viktor Drozdov. So did a mysterious spy who tried to harm me with Miabella. One of the stalkers informed me that Viktor Drozdov was supported by powerful government officials. There are corrupt figures who take advantage of the existence of the vile man,” explained Carlo while rubbing his chin, with a gaze that is still fixed outside the window.

“However, it cannot be used as an excuse to accuse Redoryk, my lord. Although we know that he tried to harm Mr. Nikolai,” said Grigori.

“There is something awkward there,” Carlo murmured. “Tell me, how can you not know at all about the bloody tragedy of the ’80s, Grigori?” tanyanya full of search.

“Because lord Nikolai never told me anything,” replied Grigori confidently. “He seemed to be covering up the incident very tightly. I don't even know, the room where you found the tapes.”

“About, what made my father hide that from all of them?” ask Carlo again. “Did Igor and Ivan not know it at all?”

“I'm sure that none of the three of us knew of the incident. However, I used to be suspicious because suddenly Redoryk disappeared and never came to the Red Wolf Palace again" Grigori explained.

“Then, where were you when the explosion happened?” Carlo seemed to want to continue to satisfy his curiosity.

“Mr Nikolai ordered us to represent him in an important meeting between businessmen in Moscow, Tuanku,” Grigori replied. He was so patient with Carlo's questions that he seemed to be interrogating.

“Hm. One more riddle I have to uncover. Why does my father seem to hide from you, about a secret encounter between him and Redoryk?” carlo murmured while rubbing his temple.

“That also makes me so surprised when I saw the video recording earlier, Sir,” timpal Grigori. “That time, we went to Moscow for two days. On returning to the Red Wolf Palace, the garden area and the black room were suddenly given a posse. Mr. Nikolai ordered us not to cross the region. However, at that time we did not think at all what caused Mr. Nikolai to do so,” he explained.

“The only way to get all the answers is to meet with Redoryk Lenkov,” thought Carlo.

“Difficult path, My Lord. We have not found its exact existence,” replied Grigori.

“However, Igor once told me that he was like seeing the figure of Redoryk, at a party held by master Marco de Luca in Palermo,” said Carlo.

“Oh, yes?” Grigori immediately turned her head to face her master with wide eyes.

“Yes. Igor told me at the time that Redoryk was in a troupe with Vlad Ignashevich. The man is a business partner of Miabella,” said Carlo.

“Vlad Ignashevich, the famous businessman from St. That petersburg? Blue eyed gondrong man?” Grigori made sure of the person she was referring to.

“Do you know him too?” Carlo asked back.

"Can be. Mr. Marco de Luca's network of friends is extensive. I'm gonna talk about this with my father-in-law. However, for the first step, we must immediately contact and make an appointment to meet with Vlad Ignashevich first.” Carlo smiled meaningfully.

Meanwhile, the man Carlo was talking about with Grigori, was relaxing in the living room of his mansion. The magnificent building is in the heart of St. Petersburg. Every now and then, he sipped wine from the glass that was in his right hand. The man who was none other than Vlad Ignashevich was enjoying his free time.

Akan tetapi, hal itu tak berlangsung lama. Tiba-tiba, pelayan mansion mendatanginya dengan tergopoh-gopoh. “Maaf, Tuan. Aku sudah berusaha menghalangi mereka agar tidak masuk,” lapor si pelayan dengan wajah panik.

“What do you mean?” ask Vlad doesn't understand.

However, the waiter had not yet opened his mouth, Vlad's question had already been answered. Two people forcefully entered the living room, and made Vlad who was still wearing his silk kimono immediately stand with a huffed face. “Who are you!” jolt the man didn't like.

“Ah, Mr. Ignashevich. Forgive our irreverence,” said a beautiful woman with a beautiful body. He stepped up gracefully like a model, approaching Vlad. “Include. My name is Yelena Romanov, and this is my father, Stefan.” The beautiful young lady pointed at the old man next to her.

"Romanov?" repeat Vlad while raising his eyebrows. Without putting down the wine glass he was holding, the man continued to cast a gaze at the two uninvited guests earlier. "Then!" his hiss was scornful.

Vlad's insults just now, just immediately ignited anger in Srefan who indeed has a high temperament. The middle-aged man was already about to reply to a hostile remark from the owner of the mansion, if Yelena did not immediately hold him back. The princess, can act much more calmly. He seemed to be not affected at all, with the words of the long-haired man who stood gallantly before them.

"Vlad Ignashevich." Yelena moved closer and closer to the blond man. "Young entrepreneurs, suskes, and also very handsome," the young woman flattered with temptation. "Men like you deserve a woman who is equal and equally classy" he said later.

"There's no need for a lot of pleasantries," Vlad replied with emphasis.

"Ow, I like men like you. Doesn't require much ado. Alright. After all, I don't want to take too much of your precious time at your side" Yelena said. The dark-haired young lady was still standing right before Vlad.

"Karl Volkov has succeeded in occupying the leadership seat of the Red Wolf Clan. Eventually, the organization returned to its rightful heir." Yelena smiled cunningly to Vlad.

"You came here just to say something I already knew?" vlad's lips after gulping down the rest of his wine in a glass.

While Yelena, responding to the sneer earlier with a crisp laugh. The young woman looked much more astute than her father. His carriage was so calm, but there was an extremely powerful demonic aura emanating within the body of the expensive clothing-clad makeup he was wearing.

"Then how did you find out that he also killed your father so brutally. The news of Viktor Drozdov's death was widespread among the Russian mafia. I even heard that his body was not found, because Karl Volkov had chopped it down to nothing and threw it out of nowhere. It's possible that your father's cutout body was instantly a special meal, for a pack of starving coyotes." Yelena was trying to heat up Vlad with all the words that pitched provocation.

But reality is far from hope. Vlad laughed when he heard the young woman before him. "I don't care at all about the old man you mentioned. She just fucked my mom until she got pregnant. There was nothing more useful he did, other than playing around with a lot of women. I'm grateful instead, because Karl Volkov has lightened my work by eliminating those useless humans."

Yelena and Stefan immediately looked at each other, when they heard a very poignant answer from the blue-eyed handsome man. They must immediately turn their brains to find another way. A moment later, Yelena seemed to smile.

"Did you know that Karl Volkov should have married me? However, unfortunately because the cheap Italian woman has already usurped my right to ...."

"Get me talk!" sergeant Vlad was very strict.