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“No, Sir!” Altea immediately raised his face. “No! Don't do anything,” prevent the young lady. “I don't want you to do something dangerous for my sake.”

“Then, you want me to do what?” ask Vlad who is still putting on a serious look. The handsome man looked different than usual. “You know that I've ransacked Goldgeld Casino. Dietmar Kreuk has only one leg at the moment. Folke had even been killed with a hollow head. I won't regret having to finish Ludwig Stegen for you.” Vlad spoke with great emphasis. He wasn't kidding about what he said.

Hearing Vlad's horrible-sounding words, Altea moved backwards until his back touched the glass wall. The young woman stood leaning back, as she could not move anywhere anymore. Moreover, when Vlad was already standing right in front of him.

They were both soaked. However, Vlad did not care about his hair that became irregular, because it was exposed to water. Same with Altea. He brushed off the cold that had started to ambush him, as a result of taking too long a bath. Currently, Altea was even still in a plain state.

“I will do anything to make you feel comfortable and safe,” Vlad said slowly and deeply. The sound of its weight mingled with the gurgling of water from inside the shower.

Vlad touched the beautiful face of Altea, then kissed the woman for a while, until he again released the young woman's lips.

“I don't care, even though you don't have hands and feet. As long as you still keep the feeling of love for me, it is more than enough,” Vlad said while gluing his forehead with Altea's forehead.

“Where do you know, that I love you, Mister?” altea asked as he closed his eyes.

“I know even if you don't say it directly. I'm a grown man, who already understands the body language of my opposite sex. There is no shame in confessing your feelings. Just say.” Vlad touched Altea's chin, then raised it slowly. “Tomorrow, my mother arrived from Germany. He's going to attend our wedding ceremony. I hope, you don't show this attitude in front of him, because he will definitely be much sadder.”

Altea nodded slowly. He could not say anything, as he was busy arranging his heartbeat. Such a feeling is indeed often present, every time he faced Vlad directly.

“Good. Smart girl.” Vlad smiled, then rubbed the surface of Altea's wet lips before returning to enjoy it like this afternoon, before they made love.

The next day, Elke arrived at the mansion with Mykola. The middle-aged woman was extremely happy, when she was able to meet Altea again. His longing for the young woman was already unstoppable.

“Yes, God. Finally we can meet again, Son.” Full of days, Elke hugged and kissed Altea many times. The sense of happiness is immeasurable, emanated clearly from the look on the face of Vlad's mother.

“I am so happy, because you have returned with my son. He will take good care of you, son,” Elke said. Again, the woman kissed Altea gently on the forehead.

“Thank you, Madam. I'm also very happy to meet you again,” Altea reply no less happy. A warm sweet smile is beautifully painted on her beautiful face.

“No, Son. Stop calling me ‘Nyonya’. From now on, call me mother. You are my daughter. My daughter is getting more beautiful. Looky. Your appearance has changed a lot." Tears continued to pour down Elke's cheeks. The middle-aged woman looked very emotional. He had no power to control his extraordinarily happy feelings.

Meanwhile, Vlad was only stunned to witness the scene before him. No different than Mykola. The handsome Russian-Ukrainian man said nothing. However, seeing the affection that Elke showed towards Altea, it suddenly triggered his longing for the mother.

For a long time, Mykola left home and her mother, a widow. She did not return home and did not contact the woman who had conceived and given birth to her. Guilt was present in the dark-haired man's heart niche.

Mykola moved closer to Vlad. He whispered to his master. Vlad only responded with a nod. After that, Mykola turned around, then left Vlad and the others.

At high speed, Vlad's assistant was driving his car to another part of St. Petersburg. In just an hour, he had arrived at one of the townhouses of the city. Mykola stopped his vehicle, right in front of a two-story building with dark brown walls.

Mykola was silent for a while in his car, before deciding to get off. The man stepped dashingly while tidying up the blazer as well as dark hair, which was actually still well laid out. Mykola stood in front of the main entrance. The handsome guy looked wrong. However, when he had raised his hand about to knock, suddenly the door was opened from within.

“You who?” asked Mykola while linking the eyebrows.

“I'm a neighbor Aunt Margosha,” replied the girl was friendly. “Aibi!” call him again.

“Sorry, Miss. I'm not an officer at the bank. Me ...”

“Mykola? Is that you, son?” A woman's voice came from inside the house. The middle-aged woman who went straight to the door. He was standing next to the girl. “Gosh, it's true you.” Without saying much, the woman immediately rushed into the arms of Mykola who was just stunned.

Meanwhile, the girl watched in disbelief. “Is he Mykola you talk to me about a lot, Auntie?” ask the girl.

“Yes, you're right. It's Mykola. My son,” replied the woman who was none other than Margosha Vanko, Mykola's mother.

“Gosh.” The girl clucked in disbelief. “Bibi never said that he was this tall,” he said plainly, while continuing to pay attention to Mykola who over and over felt iris.

“My son is an adult. It's only fair if he grows this high,” Margosha responded. He had already released himself from Mykola's clumsy-looking embrace. Margosha wiped her tears, then turned to the girl. After which, he turned his attention to Mykola who was still glued to his place. “Come, Son. This is your home. You don't have to feel shy,” ask Margosha. He grabbed Mykola's hand, then pulled her in. Meanwhile, the girl was still standing by the door.

“Come. I'll introduce you to my son.” Margosha waved her hand, telling the girl to come closer. The long haired beauty said. He sat on an empty sofa, not far from Mykola.

“You've heard my stories about Mykola a lot. This is a miracle. I think, thanks to you also who often pray for me every time I go to church,” said Margosha who could not hide her novelty. “This is my handsome son. He's back. Apparently, he did not forget the road to his home.”

“I'm so happy, Auntie. At least, you won't feel lonely anymore.”

“Ya, hopefully.” Margosha wiped her tears, then looked at Mykola who looked puzzled. He doesn't know what to say.

“That girl is Milana Sezja. He's the one who always accompanied me here.” Margosha pointed her hand at the beautiful girl earlier.

Mykola followed the direction of the mother's hand. Unexpectedly, his eyes collided with the girl named Milana earlier. The handsome man nodded awkwardly while throwing a smile.

“Do you work in a distant place, Mister?” ask Milana.

“Not ... yes .. I ...” Mykola stuttered, then fell silent to rearrange her sentence. “I spent more time in Germany,” Mykola replied later.

“You look so dashing and charming, son. Looks like you are not a random person now,” said Margosha approached. His hands were outstretched and intended to touch Mykola's shoulders.

However, unexpectedly the confidant Vlad Ignashevich suddenly retreated in a watchful manner. He even nearly parried Margosha's hand, if he didn't stop immediately.