Nicholai looked at the man he had sworn to follow, in his brown eyes sadness glittered. Something silent passed in his eyes. He looked away from the man and women inside the room and went out. he was not needed here, it was not his place to console him.
Igor stood guard at the door, even though he himself knew that the man inside was capable enough to turn the table if anything happened but still he knew at the movement that man was not the one who commanded everyone with just his mera words. He was a man who was on the verge of burning the entire world. If that woman died in there, Igor feared that no one will be able to stop the Young Bartva no he was now Bartva.
Nicholai had just left the hospital when he received the call he had expected to come long ago but still, it was not late.
