Since I Found You
Unfriendly

Altea who was not far from Vlad, immediately turned his head while widening his eyes. I don't know what madness the Russian guy is doing. The brown-haired young woman was even more made in disbelief, when listening to the fake foot design that Vlad wanted. The blue-eyed man turned out to be quite extraordinary. Making Altea feel curious, will be the identity of the son of Elke's true puppet. Who is Vlad Ignashevich? He was definitely not just an ordinary businessman, as Altea had known all along.

For more than an hour, Vlad consulted a master prosthetic leg maker. “Oh, this is very amazing,” decak Gertrude. “Are you not interested in using bionic legs, Mr Ignashevich? Looks like, it will fit and much more efficiently,” bargain the woman.

“Can you explain to me,” reply Vlad flat.

“You do not have to bother spending a lot of energy to move your prosthetic legs, because bionic legs can be controlled by using the mind,” explained Gertrude.

“How is it possible?” Altea, who was initially more silent, is now interested and responds.

“Bionic legs designed using a robotic system, have a surface filled with artificial neurotransmitters that serve to pass on electrical signals from the brain, through the remaining muscles of the Vawter leg. Thus, the robot foot can interpret the desired movement by the patient. Not to forget, bionic legs are also equipped with a motor or drive in the knee and leg movement,”, Gertrude explained.

“So, you mean Mr Ignashevich will be a human half robot?” tanya Altea was enthusiastic. “One great! He will be like those famous superhero figures!” Altea cheered in excitement.

“Control yourself, Miss Miller,” reprimand Vlad slowly. His handsome face turned to Altea. He raised a dislike look at the young lady's attitude.

“Ah, sorry. I have never heard of this kind of thing before, so I was so interested and amazed,” Altea said while poking at her lips. “Good. I won't talk anymore,”.

“If Master is willing, then we will take you to a special lab to program the robot legs and synchronize with the nerves of his brain,” explained Gertrude as she continued to smile widely. He was as enthusiastic as Altea.

“Let's go if I don't have a job. It seems, making and installing bionic legs will take much longer,” break Vlad while standing from his seat.

“You are right, Sir. We need at least six months from the design stage to the foot installation,” Jan continued.

“Ah, so long!" keluh Vlad while clucking slowly.

"Just make me an ordinary prosthetic leg. Don't forget the modifications as I want, so I can keep the weapons there,” Vlad ordered as he turned around. He just left Gertrude and Jan. Seeing the master who was about to leave the room, Altea immediately followed the handsome man.

“Do you want this new leg to use the same or stronger material, Mister?” jan asked half-callingly, for Vlad had already arrived at the doorway.

“I entrust you to choose the best material. Obviously, I will use it to fight. You must have been able to imagine, must be as strong as my fake legs,” Vlad replied while turning his head for a moment, then continued his steps out of the room.

“Good, Sir. I understand,” said Gertrude. “You heard what he said, Jan? Let's work now." The woman gestured to her right hand.

Meanwhile, Vlad and Altea were already inside the elevator. The young lady did not take her eyes off the handsome face of the master. “Will you use to fight where those prosthetic legs are, Mister?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“Are you going to enlist in the military?” ask Altea again.

“You don't need to know,” replied Vlad flat, along with the elevator door that opened. He walked to a parked car not far from the elevator. Meanwhile, Altea was still fixated on staring at the blond-haired man.

“Ah, yes," says Altea. The young lady rushed over, then opened the side door. “Where are we going after this, Mister?” tanyakanya.

“Search for nearby restaurants. I'm already so hungry,” Vlad replied without turning his head. He was too focused on starting the car engine, then driving it to the highway.

Ten minutes passed, Vlad lowered his speed. He pulled over the car in front of a building that looked so luxurious in Altea's eyes. “Red Star,” muttered the girl as she read the nameplate on the front of the building. “Is this a very famous restaurant in Berlin, Mr?” Altea's beautiful eyes were wide in disbelief.

“This is my favorite place to eat first,” Vlad said as he got off the vehicle.

Altea was back. He gripped the seat belt tight, without intending to open it.

“Why else?” Vlad snorted in annoyance, looking at Altea's attitude which he thought was a little strange.

“I wear ugly clothes like, Sir. Surely I was expelled after being there,” said Altea hesitated.

“Ck!” Vlad is putting on his hair. He walked around the vehicle. The man opened the side door. With a slight roughness, Vlad removed Altea's seatbelt. “Down! It's order!” his words were firm, like a war commander.

“Gosh. Alright. If anything happens, you have to take responsibility,” grumbled Altea. Although annoyed, he continued to follow Vlad's footsteps until he arrived at the entrance.

A waiter in a neat uniform, opened the door for Vlad while bowing respectfully. “How are you, Mr Ignashevich? You haven't been here for a long time,” said. The officer's tail glanced at Altea.

“She was with me.” Without hesitation, Vlad guided Altea's hand. Makes the girl back. So did Vlad who was immediately stunned. He did not expect that Altea's palm was so delicate.

For a moment, the two human children looked at each other, until the servant called Vlad's name. “We always prepare a special table for you if at any time come, Sir,” he said.

“Yes. Thank you.” Vlad tried to control himself by being as calm as possible. He moved his head at Altea, in a gesture for the young woman to follow in the steps of the maid, up the circular staircase to the second floor.

Altea did not have time to blink. His eyes were half glaring at all the details of the luxurious interior and Victorian architecture. He even rubbed the golden-gilded handle of the stairs with great feeling. “Is this real gold?” whispered.

“Jaga your attitude. Don't embarrass me,” reprimand Vlad. “Lagivkula, why if it is made of real gold? Do you intend to steal it?” The man's voice was very slow. However, Altea could hear it very clearly.

“Gosh. Can you be a little friendly to me?” sumpul Altea while trying to pull his hand, which had been grasped by Vlad.

However, the man was apparently not ready to face Altea's movements, so his body was pulled to the side.

Vlad lost his balance a little. Especially when he uses a prosthetic leg that makes his movements feel stiff. As a result, Vlad almost fell forward. Luckily Altea was quick to catch the gallant body and embrace it very tightly.