Since I Found You
Gold Card

After traveling for about an hour and a half, Vlad finally arrived in Poland. Fortunately, because Mykola had ordered Manheim, his right-hand man, to prepare all accommodation for Vlad. Upon arrival in Warsaw City, the pickup car immediately took the blonde-haired man to the hotel that had been prepared. Manheim, even reserved the best room for the great master.

During his stay at the hotel, Vlad made a lot of preparations. One of them is a tuxedo that will be worn to Ludwig's nightlife. Vlad has also confirmed the schedule of the man's presence at the place in question, so that he can meet in person there.

At about seven in the evening, Vlad was ready. He stood in front of the mirror, tidying up his bow tie and the suit he was wearing. After feeling ready, the thirty-year-old man came out of the room. Vlad stepped gallantly towards the front yard of the luxury hotel, where a black sedan car had been waiting for him.

Manheim, deliberately chose a hotel that is not too far from the night entertainment place in question. For no more than fifteen minutes, Vlad had arrived at his destination. A man greeted her, when she had already arrived near the entrance. The man was carrying a metal detector.

“Ck!” Vlad was upset. He wears prosthetic legs, where there is stainless in some parts.

Justright. The metal detector sounded when it was brought closer to Vlad's feet. At first, the man stared intently as if asking for an explanation. However, the man nodded politely, as Vlad lifted the bottom of his trousers, revealing the prosthetic legs he was wearing.

The man let Vlad in. He did not realize that the fake legs that Vlad was wearing had been specially modified. There, there is a part that if Vlad wants to directly remove sharp objects such as taper knives.

With a confident pace, the blue-eyed man entered the first room of the entertainment venue last night. The atmosphere there is already a lot of visitors. Vlad stood up for a moment, until a sexy-looking woman came over.

The blonde-haired beauty smiled sweetly, then nodded gracefully. “Goodnight, Sir,” said in Polish. However, Vlad only replied with a nod. He signaled that he was not a native of Poland.

The sexy woman smiled back. Finally, he used English while talking to Vlad. The woman asks if Vlad has a special card or not. Fortunately, Vlad had already pocketed the card in question. Again, it was with the help of Manheim who got direct direction from Mykola.

Since Vlad had a special gold card, the woman directed him to another part of the night's entertainment. Vlad followed the woman until they arrived at the place. The atmosphere in a place with access to a gold card, did look very much different, compared to the room when he just entered earlier. The top grade aroma was clearly felt there.

“Happy to enjoy all the facilities we provide, Sir,” said the woman, before passing from before Vlad.

“Thank you,” reply Vlad flat. Look into the eyes of the blond-haired handsome man exploring, sweeping away any face that could be captured with his limited sense of sight. Vlad then stepped calmly. He tried to walk through every corner of the room with neat-looking men, with comfort women accompanying him.

“Are you looking for a chat buddy, Mister?” ask a man who seems to be an officer there.

Vlad smiled wryly, as the man pointed it at the touch screen monitor. Like choosing a food menu at a fast food outlet, on the monitor is plastered a row of beautiful women with prices listed and varied. The man invited Vlad to choose his own, and make a payment system using a barcode.

“Wow,” muttered Vlad while laughing softly. He just invented such a comfort women booking system. However, the main purpose of going there is not to have fun. After the man died, Vlad also left the monitor. Moreover, when the handsome man with fake legs caught the presence of a figure who became his main target.

To answer his curiosity, Vlad walked up to the owner of the classy nightlife. His presence, of course, made Ludwig very surprised. Ludwig probably never thought that Vlad would be there.

“You? What are you doing here?” ask Ludwig cynically.

“I just want to be part of the annual celebration in this city. Isn't your nightlife spot open to the public a whole week?” answer Vlad kalem.

“How can you get a gold card?” search Ludwig curious. The brown-haired man's eyes turned sharply to Vlad. Unlike the host who warmly welcomes his guests, Ludwig actually looks not like the presence of Vlad there. “Go from here. I don't care even if you hold a special card in my place,” throws it out in a very cold tone.

“What if I refuse?” challenge Vlad.

“Do not make a fuss here. You will regret it if you do that,” Ludwig threatened cynical.

Meanwhile, Vlad laughed crisply in response to Ludwig's threat. He walked closer and closer, until they faced each other in a distance of about one step. “You just calm down. I'm not a lowlife who doesn't know manners. I did mess up your casino in Hamburg, but I won't do that here,” Vlad said. He turned his gaze in the other direction, where there was an empty gambling table.

“What if we play for a few rounds, Mr Zielinski?” vlad's bargain was accompanied by a satisfied smile, after seeing a surprised look that returned to the handsome face of Ludwig. Without waiting for an answer from the man before him, Vlad stepped dashingly near the gambling table earlier.

Meanwhile, Ludwig who was still glued to his place immediately woke up. He had to be even more vigilant, because it turned out that Vlad already knew who he was. No one knows Zielinski's last name, other than himself, his mother, and Albert Stegen, his foster father. How could Vlad know the secret that has been stored so neatly for decades?

Ludwig put aside all the raging feelings in his heart. He stepped near the table, where Vlad was already sitting full of authority waiting to play. Ludwig refused the challenge. His pride would be at stake for a while longer, just after he had sat in the seat opposite Vlad.

With a snap of a finger from Ludwig, an officer immediately came over. The man in the white shirt decorated with a bow tie as a complement, already understood what to do. He prepared everything, including explaining the procedures and rules in the game. The man also gave several gold coins as betting capital, equivalent to the nominal amount of money to be wagered according to the agreement of the two players.

“Please place your bet, Sir,” the man in the white shirt told Ludwig, who immediately pushed a few gold coins into the center of the table.

“You, Mr.” The man's hand then directed to Vlad who was only silent, when he saw a beautiful figure in a night dress. The woman had just appeared, then sat down near Ludwig.