Since I Found You
Virginity Auction

Mykola moved seats. He pulled one of the chairs on the round-shaped table, and was in the corner of the room. The table was next to a circular sofa, which became a place to talk about skinny bald-headed men. The man who used to stand in Herbert's way. He was talking seriously with some of his colleagues.

Mykola's position at that time was quite safe, as he was blocked by the chest-high wooden bulkhead of an adult. From there, Mykola could eavesdrop on the whole conversation freely.

“Just because of the old drunk man, Mr. Dietmar Kreuk must be threatened by his position and safety,” said the skinny man earlier.

“Indeed, how much does Old Man Herbert owe?” sahut one of the colleagues.

"Herbert is not just gambling. He also deceived the city to the detriment of several hundred thousand Euros. What he did has caused Mr Dietmar to have trouble paying deposits on Mr Ludwig Stegen,”.

“So, Mr Dietmar is not the original owner of this casino?” ask another colleague.

“No. He was only given the responsibility to manage this place. Mr. Dietmar is believed to hold the Hamburg region. Every month, he must report and deposit a predetermined amount to Mr. Ludwig Stegen. However, now everything is messed up because of Old Herbert. If allowed, I would have killed the old man long ago,” growled the skinny man.

“Why don't you just do it? Just kill him quietly," suggested the skinny male colleague.

“Stupid basis!" sergeant the skinny guy. "If Herbert were to die, then who would pay his debts? At least, if he lives, we can torture and make the man a slave. Moreover, Mr. Dietmar is very interested in Herbert's beautiful daughter.” The man chuckled before continuing his words.

“From what I've heard, Old Man's daughter Herbert is a virgin. You can imagine, how much profit we can get, from the virginity auction in the women's trade,” added the man.

“Today I successfully auctioned an eighteen-year-old girl who is still a virgin, for one million Euros. An American merchant who managed to get it,” timpal other voices, making Mykola increasingly unable to bear the conversation.

The trafficking of women and prostitution seems to be common to them. It made Mykola very sick. He'll be up from there soon. Mykola decided to leave the casino. The dark-haired man had seen a luxurious watch that was coiled around his left wrist. The hour hand showed exactly twelve o'clock.

Doubtful, Mykola was about to contact the employer, although in the end he kept calling Vlad. Until several times the tone continued, then the Russian man received a call from him.

“How, Mykola?” asked Vlad with his distinctive heavy voice.

“Master, am I interrupting?” Mykola asked back.

“No. I haven't slept. I'm still checking stock stocks of the company,” Vlad replied kalem.

“Ah, thank goodness. I want to convey important information to you,” Mykola said.

“Good. I listened,” said Vlad briefly. One hand holds the phone, while the other hand is busy pressing the letter keys on the laptop keyboard.

“Nona Altea Miller was made a debt guarantee by her father. Herbert Miller had committed fraud on Dietmar Kreuk who was Ludwig Stegen's men. He was appointed to manage Goldgeld. Casino where Herbert gambled,” Mykola explained.

“Ludwig Stegen?” muttered Vlad. “I'm like I've heard that name.”

“Indeed, Sir. Lay people know him as the owner of the largest investment company in Berlin. However, it looks like he has another business from a venture in finance. Perhaps, his official business was only used as a cover to cover the illegal business he had. Ah, this is just my assumption, Sir,” explained Mykola while laughing softly.

“Hm, but it makes sense too,” says Vlad as mangosteen. “So, that's why Herbert is so eager to take his daughter home.”

“Yes, he's about to sell Miss Miller to Dietmar. As I heard earlier, they will auction Miss Altea's virginity at a high price,” Mykola said.

“Ah, so so.” The faintest smile on Vlad's thin lips.

“For a while, we just wait for the future development,” Vlad replied after a moment of silence.

“Then, how about Miss Altea Miller?” ask Mykola again.

“Let him stay here. At least, he'll be much safer in my custody. After all, I'm used to seeing her shitty behavior. He can be quite fun entertainment,” Vlad said as he ended the call just like that. He did not wait for an assistant's response.

However, Mykola did not feel at all strange or offended by Vlad's attitude. The man with the dark iris of the eye was well understood, with the character of the master. After putting her phone back in the dashboard drawer, Mykola drove the vehicle home to the luxury apartment she had rented for a while. The apartment building is located in the center of Hamburg.

Meanwhile, Vlad has also closed his laptonya. He lay down on the bed while staring at the ceiling of the room, until he finally fell asleep.

Without notice, time crawled into the morning. Vlad awoke, when he heard a strong knock on the door of the room. The handsome gondrong-haired man squinted his eyes as he exclaimed, “Is that you, Miss Miller?” tanyakanya.

“Ya, Sir. It´s me! I-Your mother, Mr. ..” Altea's voice was cut off.

“Why with my mom?” Frustrated, Vlad got out of bed. Without even having time to wear his T-Shirt, he grabbed the stick and opened the door wide. “You're not pranking, ‘kan?” he opened with a sharp look against Altea.

“No, Sir! Lady Elke suddenly collapsed as she was about to prepare breakfast. Me and Willy just firmly lay it up on the sofa of the living room,” explained Altea with a panicked look.

“Gosh!” While remaining bare-chested and wearing only sleeping trousers, Vlad descended the steps leading to the living room in a hurry. There, he looked at the frightened Willy while standing in confusion near the sofa.

“Be careful, Sir!" altea exclaimed when he saw Vlad's movement which he thought was too fast. However, the haughty man turned out to be much stronger and nimble than he had imagined.

“Bu!” Vlad grabbed Elke's weak body. The woman's eyes were closed, while her lips appeared to be moving weakly. “Cap up the ambulance phone!” her word.

“Ba-good!” Not wanting to waste any time, Altea took out the phone she always kept in her pants pocket.

“What happened exactly, Willy?” Vlad's blue eyes stared at Altea's cousin.

“I don't know, Sir. Just now, Altea and I were helping Miss Elke in the kitchen. Then suddenly he held his head, then collapsed,” replied Willy nervously.

“Vlad, I'm fine,” said Elke so weakly. The woman's hand stretched out slowly, trying to touch the cheek of her only son.

“How can you say it's okay? Look, your face is so pale, and your hands .. Why are your hands so cold, Mom?” At that time Vlad was also struck by extraordinary regrets. He was too late in endless sadness and lamentation over loss. Vlad had forgotten the figure of his mother who never for a second left him.

Elke became the only person to take care of Vlad patiently, when the man fell. Both physically and mentally.

“I'm sorry, Mom,” regret Vlad. He continued to hug Elke's body. The man had just broken his embrace, when Altea came close with the two medics who had arrived.

“Let us check your mother, Sir,” pinta one of the officers.

Vlad left and made room for medics who were about to check on Elke's vital condition. “How is it?” ask Vlad impatiently.

“We should immediately take your mother to the hospital to do further examination. Your mother's heart rate is too weak for normal size,” explained the officer. Making the strength and confidence of Vlad, who had just awakened back instantly disappeared was not left.