Since I Found You
Ein Hinken

Vlad moved quickly to pluck the dagger from its sheath. He pointed the knife right at Dietmar's right foot. The pointed tip of the weapon, penetrating the calf of the Goldgeld Casino responsible.

Meanwhile, Vlad's left hand swiftly pointed the gun at Folke, who was ready to attack. The handsome man with blue eyes shot twice, and hit the forehead and chest of the Dietmar confidant.

Folke instantly collapsed in a lifeless condition. Meanwhile, Dietmar felt his right leg was stiff and numb. His body was sweating cold sweat. The man's breath was also piqued.

In such conditions, Vlad walked over. He lowered his body in front of Dietmar. Vlad pulled back the knife that was still stuck in the calf of Ludwig Stegen's men just now. However, Dietmar could not squeal, even though his mouth was wide open.

“Speak before you completely pass out,” Vlad said with his evil grin. “Say, where is Altea Miller currently?”

Dietmar opened his mouth again. However, the man seemed to have difficulty speaking. He grimaced while holding his leg.

Meanwhile, Vlad laughed with satisfaction at the miserable condition of the opponent. He cleaned the bloodstains off his knife, by wiping them on Dietmar's clothes. “I've sprinkled this knife with poison powder. You take it easy, because this poison won't kill you. The biggest possibility will only make your feet rot.” Vlad laughed cynically. “Since my foot has been amputated, I somehow want to cut off everyone's legs like you,” another peek.

“Si-si-ready-a ka-you seb-actually?” ask Dietmar.

“Call me Ein Hinken (Si Pincang),” Vlad said. “Before you are unconscious, quickly tell me where Altea Miller is!” Vlad's tone was full of emphasis.

Dietmar seems to be getting more and more concerned. However, it did not make Vlad feel sorry for him. The Russian man clutched Dietmar's neck tightly, until Ludwig's men stuck out his tongue as it suffocated. “Speak, Stupid!” vlad's wrath was full of emphasis.

“Be-Ber-Berl-Berl-in.” One word that feels very difficult to say by Dietmar, in his already very weak condition.

Vlad smiled with satisfaction. He let go of his grip so violently that Dietmar's head was thrown to the floor quite hard.

Meanwhile, Dietmar's other men no one dared to go forward. They arrive late, because Vlad happens to enter the casino at lunchtime. The guard is not too strict.

Vlad stood up haughtily. He looked at Dietmar's men one by one. As the Russian advanced, all Dietmar's men, numbering about ten, immediately retreated. “You know what to do with that useless corpse,” he said as he pointed at Folke's body.

Vlad turned to Dietmar. The person in charge of Goldgeld Casino, is already in an unconscious condition. Vlad smiled cynically. He also looks so calm, despite having killed Folke's life and made Dietmar dying.

If not treated properly, the toxins that come from the legs of Dietmar will spread throughout the body. When it has reached the heart, it is certain that Dietmar will die. “Your bosses are poisoned. If you still want to see him alive, take him to the doctor. However, if you are bored with him, just let him die,” Vlad said lightly. The handsome man passed with no burden at all, after all the damage he had done in Ludwig's casino.

Vlad walked dashing out of the casino. After arriving near his vehicle, the Russian man entered and started the car engine. He put up earphones. While driving the double cabin, Vlad contacted Mykola. “Altea is in Berlin. Find out about Ludwig Stegen in more detail,” his word to the assistant trust.

“Good, sir. I will do this task soon,” said Mykola, who was in the office at the time to take care of some things.

“I'll go home first to Sieseby. My mother must be worried, because I didn't come home from last night,” Vlad said again.

“Good. You're always reliable.” Without saying anything else, Vlad hung up his phone. He stepped on the gas pedal, so the vehicle was speeding faster. The distance that should be traveled within two hours, can be traversed much faster.

Vlad has arrived at his front yard. The man immediately put the vehicle into the garage. It seems, Vlad has no intention of going out again. A moment later, the handsome man walked into the house, coinciding with the lunch hour. “Hai, Ma'am,” said as he kissed Elke's forehead sitting on the sofa.

Elke may be bored from being in a wheelchair all the time. He spends his time with knitting. “What are you doing, Mom?” ask Vlad. He sat next to the middle-aged woman.

“Not something fancy, Vlad. It's just a sweater. I made it for you and for Miss Miller. I hope to finish before winter comes, ” replied Elke. The woman was stunned for a moment.

“Jeez, Mom. It is still spring,” Vlad said. He smiled knot. The smile slowly faded, when he saw the look on the mother's face that was suddenly moody. “Why, Mom?” asked the handsome long-haired man in wonder.

Elke set his sights on Vlad. The middle-aged woman's eyes looked sad. “Where is Miss Miller really? Did he leave here?” elke asked with a trembling voice.

Vlad did not immediately give an answer. He realized that gradually the mother must and must know the real situation. “I'm trying to find him, Mom,” Vlad replied with a long breath. Vlad, who was half-facing Elke, turned his head forward this time. In a half-bending position, the man rubbed his hands together.

“I've been looking for him to Hamburg. But he wasn't there. There are sources that say that Miss Miller is in Berlin. Therefore, I will be there to make sure

. However, I must leave you here ...”

“I'll be fine, Vlad,” interrupted Elke immediately. “Bring Miss Miller back. L like it. She's a good woman though ... yes, you know for yourself what her character is like.”

Vlad smiled knotingly. However, he did not respond to the mother's words. Vlad had his hair dyed which looked a bit tangled. He did not have time to tidy up or just tie his hair that was as long as a boat.

“Don't worry about me. As long as you stay in Russia, I'm alone in this house. Now there are Ilsa, Thomas, and Uli. They're very helpful. I'm happy because there's a talkative.” Elke smiled faintly. “Search and find him, Vlad. Miss Miller is like a daughter to me.”

Vlad looked at his mother. He looked at the woman for a moment. Vlad nodded slowly. He then placed his hand on the back of Elke's hand, which was still holding a knitting device. “I will try,” said the handsome man. Vlad kissed his mother's forehead before moving into the room.

In the room, he opened his laptop. Vlad began to find out about someone named Ludwig Stegen, based on previous information Mykola had given.

Vlad began to search carefully. However, all the data he got was not in accordance with what Mykola first described. Out of nowhere, the assistant got such information. That's what makes Vlad rely heavily on the Russian-Ukrainian man. Mykola has the characteristics of a detective.

Vlad shook his head, repeatedly clucking softly. There is no name Ludwig Stegen who works as a casino owner. Good for a casino called Goldgeld, or any other gambling establishment in Germany.

Most names that appear on the internet are the names of government employees, or small entrepreneurs engaged in culinary and tourism. “Hm. Should I investigate the names one by one?” vlad thought hesitantly, while shutting down his laptop.