
Mateja's out of Vlad's room. The handsome man was alone now. Within his grasp, there was a piece of envelope that was believed to help bring back Altea.
Vlad, standing for a while by the window of the room that was still open. The City of St. Petersburg at night looks very shady. The silent atmosphere calmed her. However, this time Vlad no longer wanted to go through the days in solitude. It was enough for him to spend time in vain.
“What are you doing right now, Altea?” ask Vlad slowly. Unfortunately, only the whirling wind answered the question earlier. Altea, thousands of miles from St. Petersburg.
Angan Vlad floated some time ago, as he passed an unexpected night with Altea. Vlad breathed a heavy breath. It was hard to believe that the young woman gave him the privilege of being first.
“Altea.” Vlad closed his blue eyes when he mentioned the name of the brown-eyed young lady. He did not know that that night, Altea was asleep in the warm arms of Ludwig Stegen who was still awake.
Every now and then, Ludwig's cold gaze was fixed on Altea who was sleeping. The brunette still looks beautiful, even though she is sleeping.
Slowly, Ludwig stroked the woman's arm that had satisfied him in bed. Countless times have he slept with Herbert's daughter, in less than a month. Ludwig could not escape, from the twenty-three-year-old woman.
Carefully, Ludwig put Altea to sleep on the pillow. He covered the plain body to the extent of the chest. The handsome man came down from the bed. Ludwig stepped out of the room. He headed to the mini bar inside his apartment.
Ludwig poured the drink into the glass. After which, he walked over to the large glass window in the living room. The gray eyes of the brown-haired handsome man looked far away. Penetrating thick night that will soon change in the morning.
“Vlad Ignashevich's. I won't let you take him away.” One gulp apparently did not wet Ludwig's throat enough. He again enjoyed the contents in his glass until half was left. Right at the next gulp, Ludwig was stunned. He looked down, looking at the flick-faced hands that were coiled in the stomach. The owner of the luxury apartment muttered softly.
“What are you doing?” ask a soft voice that belongs to none other than Altea.
“Why are you awake?” Ludwig asked back in a cold-sounding tone.
“I'm looking for you. It feels different if you sleep without your friends,” replied Altea spoiled. He buried his face on Ludwig's bare shoulders. As usual, the man was only wearing sleeping pants.
Ludwig turned. He stared at Altea for a moment. Suddenly, the handsome man's left hand clasped the young woman's cheek before him. “Don't skit in front of me,” reply Ludwig full of emphasis. “I can guess how you feel about that man.”
“What do you know about my feelings? Don't you just need my body to satisfy you?” sahut Altea returned Ludwig's sharp gaze. If not for the threat Herbert had said, Altea would not have been treated the way he is today.
Ludwig removed his hand from Altea's face. He pulled the slender body of the young lady, so that it docked at her. “Minum.” Ludwig brought the crystal glass he was holding to Altea's lips. He forced the beautiful woman to spend the rest of the drink.
After the glass was completely empty, Ludwig kissed Altea for a moment, then lifted the body wrapped in a white blanket onto his shoulder. He placed the empty glass on the bar table, before continuing his steps towards the room.
Upon arriving there, Ludwig threw Altea's body onto the bed. He pulled the white cloth that covered Altea's body, until the woman again appeared innocent. Ludwig, looking at the woman who was ready to serve him again, before pulling the rope and loosening the sleeping trousers he was wearing.
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The sunlight had entered through the room window. About two hours was enough for Vlad to rest his body. The man tried to open his eyes perfectly, when a call rang. Vlad grumbled softly, finding Mykola's name on his phone screen.
“I just woke up. What's up?” asked Vlad while sitting leaning against the head of the bed.
“I'll be back in Germany today at ten. You alone, when will you go home?” ask Mykola.
“I'll be back the day after tomorrow. Today, I must resolve my curiosity first,” Vlad replied. “Contact again if you have arrived there.” Vlad hung up the phone without further ado. What a handsome man does.
Vlad pulled out a blanket that covered the body. He got out of bed holding on to the edge of the table, because he was not yet wearing a prosthetic leg. After arriving near the small table where his laptop was located, Vlad immediately sat down. He opened the electronic device, then inserted a newly removed flash from the envelope given by Mateja.
While waiting for the process of opening the file to take place, Vlad took out several photos from the same envelope. The photos show Ludwig Stegen, some of them company photos and nightlife venues with different names. However, when viewed from the model of the building, it can be ascertained that the place of entertainment last night was much larger than Goldgeld Casino.
Vlad put the photos down. He turned his attention to the laptop screen, which already displayed the files from the flash. The handsome man restored his long hair, while carefully reading and perusing every word on the screen.
Ludwig Stegen's. His real name was Ludwig Zielinski, thirty years ago. His father was a Polish businessman named Andrzej Zielinski, who had an affair with a comfort woman to give birth to him.
As a teenager, Ludwig was adopted by a German businessman named Albert Stegen. Albert bestowed all the wealth he had without remaining.
Ludwig Stegen is the owner of several large companies in Germany, with different sectors. He also owns several nightlife venues that have had permits. However, behind all the legal business that Ludwig Stegen went through, he was a very dangerous man. It was noted that he had become a target of the government. However, since he had such a strong support behind him, it was as if the man was untouchable by the law at all.
There are several kinds of illegal businesses that add to the wealth coffers of Ludwig Stegen. Among them are drug sales, illegal weapons, trafficking of women, and human internal organs.
“Monster man,” furious Vlad while closing his laptop screen just like that. He thought for a while, tapping his index finger on the surface of the table.
“Altea is in the man's grasp,” murmured slowly.
“Altea is in danger.” Vlad gasped when he realized the reality he had obtained. He reopened his laptop. Her blue-eyed iris meticulously reread all the important information, which Mateja had managed to obtain.
Vlad directed the cursor at the description of the nightlife place owned by Ludwig Stegen in Warsaw, the capital of Poland. The magnificent casino named Zachod Szinca, which in Polish means Sun of Sixth it has attracted the attention of Vlad.
Without wasting any time, Vlad opened a search engine on the internet. He typed the name of the casino. Not for a split second, all kinds of information he needed appeared lined up to fill the laptop screen.
One of the headlines said that the casino would hold a massive celebration in welcoming the annual festival in Warsaw. Zachod Szinca, which has been an exclusive entertainment venue and not just anyone can enter, will be open to the public for the next seven days. The sole proprietor of the casino is also rumored to be present.
Vlad smiled a faint smile. A cell phone lying not far from his hand. He contacted Mykola who immediately received the call. “I paused my intention to return to Germany the day after tomorrow. Tell Manheim to prepare for my departure for Warsaw tomorrow afternoon,” Vlad said confidently.