Since I Found You
Etiquettes

Mykola took a deep breath. He scratched a non-itchy forehead. The handsome Russian-Ukrainian man smirked his lips, trying to hold back a laugh. He knew that it would be a big problem, if he lost control.

“Who said that?” ask Vlad. Although it looks a little uncomfortable, but the handsome man is trying to keep looking authoritative.

“Dietmar Kreuk,” Herbert replied immediately.

“Who is Dietmar Kreuk?” ask Vlad again.

Herbert wiped away the rest of the tears that wet his cheeks. The middle-aged man got up. Although a bit shaky, but he still tried to stand up straight. "Dietmar is in charge at Goldgeld Casino. He is the direct right-hand man of Ludwig Stegen,”.

“The man I told you about first,” Mykola said, reminding Vlad of their chat some time ago about Ludwig Stegen and a series of business fields owned by the man.

Vlad. He still remembered what Mykola had explained. Although, the data they hold about Ludwig is still fairly minimal. However, it was not difficult for Vlad, to get much more.

“Where is the man named Dietmar currently?” ask Vlad again full of search.

“Dietmar used to be in the casino. If not there, it means he is in his private residence.” Herbert mentioned the address. It is not far from Goldgeld Casino. “I beg. If you still have time to save my daughter, please bring her back. I will kneel before him to apologize,” Herbert said in tears.

However, Vlad only clucked in annoyance when responding to the middle-aged man's request. He shook his head slowly as he passed with an attitude that seemed indifferent. Vlad didn't take Herbert seriously, an attitude he thought was just pretend. Even if Altea's father was really sorry, it felt too late

“What will you do now, Mister?” mykola asked after they were outside.

Vlad, who was about to open the car door, turned his head. “I'm tired. I want to sleep an hour or two,” replied the blond man as he got into the car.

“What will you stay at my apartment?” ask Mykola again, before Vlad drove his double cabin.

“If anything is free, why should you look for a paid one,” says Vlad lightly.

“Oh, yes. Sure, Mister. Free,” reply while smiling.

Seeing Mykola's strange demeanor, Vlad felt insinuated. He stared fixedly at the assistant trust. “Do not insinuate me!” sergeant. “That woman came alone and .. ah already! I have no obligation whatsoever to give you an explanation.” Vlad snorted in annoyance. He started the engine, then stepped on the gas pedal.

Seeing the vehicle owned by the employer has been speeding, Mykola rushed to follow. He knew what it was like to drive Vlad Ignashevich. Mykola also showed his ability to conquer the streets. He was able to catch up with Vlad's car, which was increasing speed, until they arrived in front of the apartment building where Mykola lived.

Next day.

Early in the morning, Altea had woken up. The young woman walked out of the room. However, how surprised he was, because at the end of the corridor there were already two young women his age. Altea was glued to where she stood.

“Good morning, Miss Miller,” greet Delma who appeared from behind the two young women earlier. The appearance of the middle-aged woman looked very different. The curls that last night look a little disheveled, this time they are neatly carried. Delma has also been wearing a fairly formal outfit, namely a white shirt equipped with a span skirt limited to the knee. “I hope you're ready,” said Delma with a style of speech that looks very beautiful.

Altea grimaced small. “Ready for what, Mistress?” tanyakanya. He still did not understand the purpose of Ludwig sending it there.

Altea exhaled slowly. He who had intended to escape from there, had no other choice. The woman tries to follow the game Ludwig prepared for her. “Good. I didn't get to continue school until college. So, what lessons will you give today?” ask her while following Delma's graceful steps.

“Oh, no. It's not about math or anything like that, my dear,” Delma said. He let Altea into a very beautiful room. There, there is a round table with two chairs. There is also a luxurious bed decorated with white mosquito nets. In addition, in the room there are some furniture that is not for what its function.

“Please sit down, Miss Miller.” Delma pointed Altea at the luxurious sofa not far from the bed earlier.

Altea walked with her usual calm steps, then sat down as usual. It made Delma smile at him. Delma shook her head slowly. He then exemplified the right sitting attitude, as well as how to put the right hand position.

“I'll explain something to you, Miss Miller,” said Delma still with her style of speech and body language that looks very beautiful. “Not all the girls were sent here by Mr. Ludwig. That means, you include someone who is lucky,” explained Delma.

“Why?” ask Altea curiously.

“Mr Ludwig is preparing you for the upper class. You know like them? Clean, fragrant, and of course a very decent life. You can get many good opportunities if you meet and get acquainted with the dignitaries,” explained Delma again.

“However, the upper class men live with manners and attitude are awake. They get used to something neat. Cleanliness is guaranteed in all things. Here, I will teach you how to be a woman who not only has physical beauty. However, you will also get a personality education, which will lead you to become a top-class entertainer.”

Altea gaped at Delma's words. He never knew that there was such an education for comfort women. Altea laughed crisply. “Are you also going to teach me how to serve a striped man in bed?” Altea's question sounded like an allusion full of irony.

“Ya,” Delma replied with confidence.

It's unbelievable. Altea returned inexhaustible. I don't know what kind of crazy life he's living this time. “Oh, thank you dad,” muttered the young woman slowly, while waiting for Delma who was preparing various properties to support her training this time.

While Altea undergoes various personality training with Delma, Vlad returns to Goldgeld Casino. This time, he was able to meet directly with Dietmar and Folke.

“Be careful, Sir. He's not a random guy. That man who hurt my thighs the other day,” tomorrow Folke.

Hearing that, Dietmar looked wary. However, he tried to keep looking calm in front of Vlad. “What do you want? You're the one who messed up here yesterday?” ask him with confidence. Dietmar pointed out that he was not afraid of the man before him.

“Still the same as yesterday. My goal here is only for Altea Miller,” Vlad replied calmly, but remain vigilant.

“He is not here,” Dietmar replied immediately. “That useless wild woman has been taken away by Mr. Ludwig,”.

“Where?” urged Vlad.

“Whatever, it's none of your business,” said Dietmar accompanied by a sneering smile.

“Then choose! Right or left foot you want to keep?” gertak Vlad's.