Since I Found You
Reciprocities

“How can I help you?” Vlad snorted in annoyance. A little more, he will be able to uncover the truth about Ludwig. But Mateja is stalling her precious time.

“Help me, Sir. Connect me with Karl Volkov. Only he can help me, considering that he has a strong relationship with the top officials of the government in Moscow,” Mateja replied with a hopeful look.

“Contact Karl Volkov you said?” Vlad was wide. His face was flushed red holding back the anger of hearing Mateja's request. “I will never contact that man!” reject Vlad. He was a handsome man who also had blue eyes like him.

For Vlad, Karl Volkov was part of a painful past. It was the man who had made her wish to live and reach for Miabella's love, dashed away.

“Then, I will be forced to remove the secret information about Ludwig Stegen that I have obtained.” With a disappointed look, Mateja pulled out a match. He was preparing to burn the brown envelope earlier.

“Wait!” prevent Vlad. His voice rang out loud, echoing and bouncing on the mossy stone walls surrounding them. “Don't make me lose my temper, Mateja! You must be very understanding, how big my strength is. I can destroy anyone I want!” furious Vlad.

"Of course, sir. I know that very well. However, in this case I need the goodness of your heart,” said Mateja.

“I can do anything for me, but I refuse to call Karl Volkov!” resolute Vlad with flaming eyes.

“Then I can't hand over this thing. Is the information about Ludwig Stegen not very important to you?" Mateja prepares to turn on her automatic match.

“Wait!” exclaim Vlad. His heart began to worry about making a decision. On one hand, he desperately needed the slightest information about the man who had managed to snatch Altea from him. On the other hand, Vlad could not communicate anymore with the husband of Miabella, the woman who had broken his heart for many years.

In that excitement, came the beautiful figure of Altea. The young woman had already made her life gradually improve. Vlad's confidence grew again, thanks to his presence.

However, Vlad must confront Ludwig Stegen in order to bring Altea back to accompany his days. Although often strongly dismissed, but it must be admitted that Vlad really misses the figure of the beautiful woman.

Long enough Vlad and Mateja drowned in silence, until the handsome, long-haired man opened his voice. “Good. Give me that envelope. I'll help you meet Karl Volkov,” break up Vlad.

“Can I hold your words, Mister?” Mateja doesn't believe that.

“I'm not a liar! You know for sure it will!” vlad turned around. He went back up the stairs and stopped. Vlad turned to Mateja who was still glued to his place. “Why is it still there? Do you want me to help you or not?” tegur Vlad's.

A faint smile from Mateja's lips. “Thank you very much, Sir,” he said as he nodded.

“You get out through the south aisle. Meet me in my private room at three o'clock in the morning,” Vlad said, before returning to continue his steps. The blue-eyed handsome man returned to the party hall, to greet his colleagues again.

Vlad stayed at the party venue, until the festive event was completed at exactly twelve p.m. After Vlad closed the big event, he waited until the last guest came out of the hall. Now, there was only Mykola and the servants.

“Leave everything to you.” Vlad patted Mykola's shoulder slowly.

“Where are you going, Mister?” mykola asked, when Vlad was already a few steps away from him.

“Solving pending affairs. Tomorrow I will tell you,” Vlad replied kalem. He turned around leaving Mykola, who was getting busy giving orders to the maids and guards of the place.

Vlad walked calmly into the special elevator, which immediately delivered him to the front of the room. While playing the manual key, Vlad reached into the mobile phone stored in the pocket of his pants. Her thumb nimblely rubbed the screen, until she found Miabella's contact number. Vlad hopes that the number is still active, even though he has not called again for a long time.

The handsome man did not care, even though the clockwork had already pointed at the number twelve the night over a few minutes. Vlad kept pressing the green button. He kept waiting until the answer came from across.

“Who is this?” ask a raucous voice that belongs to none other than Miabella de Luca.

“Vlad? Is this you?” miabella asked again who sounded so surprised.

“I'm very flattered. Turns out you still recognize my voice.” Vlad smiled faintly as he opened the door of his room.

“I'm not senile,” murmur Miabella. As usual, his tone always sounded dull.

“Shortly. I'll call Mr. Karl for you.”

“Oh, so now you call your husband ‘Tuan’?” ask Vlad cynically.

“Yes. I was forced to do so, as punishment for the small mistake I have made,” Miabella replied with a laugh.

At that time Vlad felt very strange. He who usually always burns jealous fire when with the proximity of Miabella and Karl Volkov, can now be ordinary. There was no anger, let alone heartache towards the beautiful woman. Is that how influential Altea is in his life?

“Vlad? How are you?” greet Karl suddenly, who broke Vlad's reverie.

“Stop making small talk. You still remember how I was when we last met. I lost my side of the foot,” said Vlad ketus.

“Ah, yes. I was wrong to ask,” joked Karl, accompanied by a forced laugh.

“No. You're not wrong. I hope you remember that you owe me a favor,” Vlad said, sitting comfortably in one of the chairs facing the window.

“What do you want?” Karl's tone suddenly sounded so serious.

“I want you to lobby 'your close friends' in government, in order to revoke the fugitive status of a man named Mateja Slavko,” replied Vlad coldly.

“Mateja Slavko? Who is he?” ask Karl.

“I don't have time to explain in detail. Wait a sec. I'll hook you up with him" Vlad said. He got up from his seat and opened the window. Vlad let a man enter freely into the room.

After the man who was none other than Mateja entered, Vlad gave him his mobile phone.

Mateja nodded as a sign of gratitude, then received the communication tool. “Mr Karl Volkov?” greet the former secret agent. A few minutes passed, Mateja had a serious conversation with Karl Volkov until an agreement was reached. The man smiled with satisfaction. He thanked me many times. A moment later, Mateja ended the call with a face that looked very relieved.

“I will go to Moscow tomorrow, to meet with the authorities government officials, Sir. Finally, I can meet again with my small family,” said Mateja enthusiastically.

“Yes. I'm so happy for you. Now give me that envelope!” vlad Pinta.

“Sure." Mateja immediately handed the brown object to the owner of the most luxurious mansion in St. City. Petersburg that.

“You must be careful facing Ludwig Stegen, Sir. From the information I got, the man had a very strong network. Especially, from the German military,” explained Mateja half-whispering, as Vlad was tearing the top of a brown envelope containing two flash disks and dozens of photos.