Since I Found You
The Axe's

Sigap Mykola. The dark-haired handsome man moved reflexively fending off the axe that was directed at him. Mykola held the right wrist of the tall man earlier, using one hand. Meanwhile, one other hand restrains the left hand of the opponent who is trying to attack him. Mykola pounded the man's chest with his head.

The tall man took a few steps back. His firm posture makes it easy for him to control his balance. After rubbing the painful chest, the man came back forward while swinging the short-handled axe earlier. He attacked Mykola who this time was already in the stance.

When the stranger approached, Mykola was ready to confront him before he could swing his gun. One hard kick was aimed at the man's hand, which was already raised about to swing the axe. Because of the strong kick earlier, the axe in the grip immediately detached and thrown.

Mykola turned the body while again throwing a second kick, this time directed directly to the chest of the opponent.

The big tall man fell backwards. He fell on his back on the grassy ground, among the tall weeds.

Before the man could get up, Mykola took off his blazer, then threw it recklessly. The goal is for him to move more freely. Mykola walked gallantly to near the opponent. The Vlad aide had raised his legs to step on the man's chest.

However, the man quickly held Mykola's shoes with both hands. He gathered all his strength, then pushed the leg of Margosha Vanko's son back a few steps. Once there was a distance, the man got up. He clenched both hands in front of his chest, preparing to re-attack Mykola.

“Who are you? Why watch over my employer's mansion area?” asked Mykola firmly. His face that always looked calm, this time changed drastically.

“You don't need to know who I am, Boy,” replied the man accompanied by a mocking smile.

“I might let you go, if you'd be honest,” Mykola said without letting go of the vigilance, as the man standing a few steps ahead of him could have attacked abruptly.

“Cuih!” The man responded to Mykola's remark by spitting to the side, as a sign that he was unwilling to cooperate.

Seeing his opponent so, Mykola took the initiative to attack first. He put up a hand knuckle before going back forward. A fierce battle is underway.

Mykola was hit several times in the face. However, he also managed to retaliate. Mykola, who mastered martial arts, had no difficulty in dealing with the man earlier.

With just a few movements, the man was already sprawled after receiving a kick as well as a hard blow under the chin.

Mykola walked over. He picked up the axe that had been lying on the ground. The handsome man lowered his body. Mykola bent his right leg near the man's body. Meanwhile, his left knee pressed against his neck until the foreign man's face lifted slightly. “Say you work for whom?” urge Mykola while bringing the pointed end of the axe closer to the man's face.

“Kill me, Boy.” Instead of answering Mykola's question, the man who was helpless was still impressed defiant.

“I'll let you go if you ...”

“Fuck you two!” sneer at the man while spitting into Mykola's face.

Mykola hissed softly, as her anger re-ignited over the man's attitude. He did not have to give any more mercy to the man he had just fought with. Mykola swung the axe in his grasp, then he slashed it into the man's head. Fresh blood splashed on his face and the front of his shirt.

“Fuck you too! Cheek!” reply Mykola. He spat back at the face of the man who had now become a corpse. Mykola then stood up, watching the body with an axe still stuck in the head. The dark-haired handsome man was looking for something that could be used as a clue. However, he unfortunately found nothing, other than a cigarette and a lighter from the pocket of the foreign man's pants.

The handsome Russian-Ukrainian man snorted in annoyance, while taking out a handkerchief from his pants pocket. Mykola wiped her face flat, clearing her of the blotchy patches of blood. After which, he picked up the blazer he had just thrown.

The loyal aide Vlad reached into the phone from the pocket of the blazer.

At first, Mykola was about to contact some of the men to get rid of the dead body of the stranger in the bush. However, the call from Vlad first went into his phone. The man told Mykola to face him immediately.

Forced, Mykola crossed the street and returned near the gate of the mansion. There, he spoke to the guards. Mykola told the guard to call his friends, so he could help get rid of the bodies in the weeds across the street.

“Iya.” After giving a little direction, Mykola rushed in to meet Vlad. He took a quick step while carrying the blazer in his right hand. Mykola, trying not to meet anyone. He hides, whenever a servant crosses. Mykola did that until she arrived at her room.

Mykola had to clean the body and change clothes, before facing the master. A while later, the dark-haired handsome man had already looked neat. Before leaving the room, he grabbed the phone from the bed. While stepping towards Vlad's room, Mykola opened the incoming message that came from Anatoli.

“What do you mean?” tanya Mykola stopped her steps, when she contacted her men earlier. “There is no way a person who has become a corpse can wake up again and escape,” Mykola said slowly but with emphasis.

“Me and Edmon have checked, sir. We were even assisted by Helge and other friends to comb up to a radius of several meters. However, we found nothing,” reported Anatoli. “We think that there may have been someone who had brought the body from here,” Anatoli said again.

“Good. Keep an eye on things outside. Report any movement that might be suspicious,” Mykola said before ending his call. He continued to move back to Vlad's room.

“Is there anything important, Mister?” asked Mykola, shortly after entering the employer's study.

“Yes,” Vlad replied briefly as he reached out to the chair in front of his desk. “A waiter has found a small eavesdropping device, while cleaning the warehouse floor,” he explained.

“Tapping tools?” repeat Mykola while scrunching his forehead. A moment later, the man gasped. His face stiffened. “That's a coincidence,” murmured as if in disbelief.

“Did you also find anything suspicious, Mykola?” ask Vlad. Highlight blue eyes of the future husband Altea seemed full of probing his trusted assistant.

“More than suspicious, Sir." Mykola leaned in, so that he became closer to his master. “There was someone who flew a small drone into the outer area of the mansion. I managed to catch him. He is a big tall man with a bushy beard.”

“Is he Russian?” ask Vlad again.

“It seems so, because he can speak Russian fluently. However, it does not rule out the possibility that he is not a native Russian,” Mykola replied slowly.

“Did you manage to reveal his identity?” cecar Vlad, the man who will soon let go of his bachelor.

“Unfortunately no." Mykola shook her head slowly. “He challenged me instead, so I had to finish,” continued with body language and speech that looked calm, as if the human he killed was just an insect.

“Do you think the same as I thought, Mykola?” Vlad raised one of his eyebrows while smiling faintly.

“Tapping tools and drones are a perfect unit, Sir. It was as if they were gathering information from this mansion. Maybe, we can start combing every corner of your residence. I am sure that the owner of the eavesdropping device was still around here,” Mykola said.

"Just bring the body of the man you killed here, just to scare anyone who dares to infiltrate my mansion, ” Vlad said.

“Can't, Sir. Someone has run the body. I told some of our men to dispose of the body. However, after they got there it turns out the mysterious man's corpse has disappeared,” explained Mykola.

“It is certain that the corpse cannot disappear by itself, except ...” Vlad did not continue his words. He looked meaningfully at Mykola.

“Unless there's someone or some who take him away. That means ...”

“Those unidentified people have surrounded this place!” vlad's wrath cut Mykola's sentence quickly.

“Do we have to worry about this situation, Mister?” ask Mykola carefully.

“I don't think it's necessary." Vlad smirked while resting his hair. “There is Karl Volkov who is willing to help us willingly,” he said.