Since I Found You
Tualets

It was like a dream, when Vlad again set foot on Russian soil. St city. Petersburg. A place that holds memories, where he passed through adolescence to adulthood. There too, Vlad can stand by carrying pride on his shoulders. The blue-eyed man achieved world success in the city.

Upon arrival at the mansion that had been abandoned for so long, several servants immediately approached. They bowed respectfully to the master who always looked handsome, despite walking with his false feet.

Vlad, head straight for his room. A spacious and magnificent room with all the supporting ornaments there. So complete and classy, so much different from the room he occupied in Sieseby.

Vlad's dashing steps, instantly fixed on the three-bladed table near the bed. Just below the sleeper lamp of the luxurious crystal, there is a beautifully framed photo. Portrait of a beautiful brown-haired woman, with glowing gray eyes.

“Bella.” Vlad mentioned the name of the owner of the charming face, although without a smile in the photo. “You used to reject me rawly. Now, after a long time has passed .. I again got a rejection from a woman.” Vlad spoke very slowly and deeply.

The blond man rubbed his pretty face in the photo. He opened the drawer. From there, he took out many photos with the same face. Vlad collected it, then put it in a cloth bag taken from the bottom drawer. Not to forget, he also included photos with beautiful frames that he was satisfied to see.

“You were a bad story in the past. You are the beginning of all the suffering I am experiencing right now. I have to throw you very far.” Vlad stood up from his seat. He's out of the room. The owner of the blue eyes stepped firmly towards the warehouse, at the back of the mansion.

There, Vlad put the cloth bag into an empty drum, which he used to burn unused files. In the drum, he will scorch all memories from the past, as well as his relationship with a woman named Miabella Conchetta de Luca. The Italian woman who had broken her heart and slumped for so long.

The smoke is thick enough to soar high into the air. Along with the charred cloth bag containing the photos of Miabella, then at that time Vlad also steadied his heart to return to his former self. Vlad Ignashevich, a young and handsome businessman who is full of potential and respected.

Since that day, Vlad has often visited companies that he has long monitored only from afar. This time, he oversaw in person the process of preparing for the big party, which will be held in order to welcome the 45th anniversary of the company. The man even gave instructions, that he wanted the party to be held as lively as possible. The festive feast, intended as a marker of the return of a Vlad Ignashevich.

“Master, when exactly will the party be held?” ask Mateja, when she gets a chance to contact Vlad.

“Tomorrow nights,” Vlad replied straightforwardly. “It's been almost a week. I hope you have something to show me.”

“Don't worry, Sir. I've gathered some information that might help you,” said Mateja full of confidence

“Good. We meet at nine o'clock at ‘Tualet’. Remember the instructions I gave you first,” Vlad's message, before hanging up his phone. As usual, he doesn't talk too much.

Vlad smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the portrait of his grandfather with a large size. The old man will always be his role model. Not before or now, his grandfather's position will never be replaced. “I'm sorry I didn't visit for so long, grandfather. After this second, your granddaughter will prove who she is. I'll ascertain that. I'll keep you proud to have educated me.” Vlad raised the glass he held. The handsome man again smiled with satisfaction, then finished his drink.

The next night, at the company's anniversary celebration party. Vlad greeted the invited guests kindly. He welcomed colleagues who had not communicated with him for a long time.

After a bloody incident that killed his half-brother Damien, Vlad never left Sieseby. All business matters, he left it to Mykola who was present that night accompanied him.

“Oh, amazing. So, that's why you feel at home living there and forgetting Russia?” said one of the men responding.

“Yes. At least, there is someone who always asks if I have a bath or not,” joked Vlad. He nodded politely, before turning around.

Mykola understood what he had to do. He immediately took over Vlad's position, in a conversation with the guests.

Meanwhile, Vlad, stepping quickly to a secret place known as Tualet (Little room). No wonder why it is called that.

Tualet is a room with a size slightly larger than a public toilet. The room was so secretive that only special officers could go there to clean it up. It was also with the officer's note to be extra careful, as there were many unknown ornaments. One example is a moving wall.

The movable wall, a door connecting Tualet with a much larger basement. Vlad walked carefully down the steps of the stairs, because the atmosphere there was quite dim. However, from a distance of several meters, he was able to see a beam of light directed at him.

“Master! What is you?” a man echoed in the basement earlier.

“Yes, it's me,” Vlad replied as he walked closer. “Have you been waiting a long time?” his question while squinting, when the light that turned out to come from the flashlight owned by Mateja was shining on his face.

“New for a moment, Sir,” replied Mateja while turning off the flashlight, after Vlad pressed the switch button hidden between the curves of the stone wall. The only light source earlier, replaced with a yellow light bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling of the room.

“So, how?” Vlad watched the servant-clothed man standing before him.

Mateja Slavko's. He is a Russian-Slovenian. Mateja is a few years old on Vlad, and is one of Roderyk Lenkov's former confidants who is highly skilled in espionage. For years, Mateja worked for the Russian government's spy agency, until she became a fugitive when Roderyk Lenkov was killed.

“All you need is inside here.” Mateja pulled out a small brown envelope, which she hid behind a white maid coat. He then handed the envelope to Vlad.

However, just as Vlad was about to grab the thing, Mateja suddenly withdrew her hand. As a result, Vlad only reached for empty space. “What the fuck are you doing?” the hardic.

“I want to affirm something to you. This information is not free, Sir,” said Mateja calmly. “You have to help me to get rid of fugitive status, so that I can go home and can meet my wife's child.”