Santri Famiglia's

Serge

The women laughed. The tip of the knife was pressed against Damiyan's neck. The cold sensation of sharp iron touched Damiyan's skin.

"We're serious. If you keep quiet, we'll break this kid's neck!" shouted a woman.

Damiyan's eyes are beautiful. Swords of various sizes lined up on his left wall. Cemeti, firearms, and other torture devices are neatly arranged on the shelf. Damiyan twisted the brain to create a resistance pathway. With your hands tied, it's not easy.

The knife is placed on Damiyan's neck. Instantly, Damiyan goosebumps. A little bit of courage. Blood flowing. However, the blade has not yet penetrated the esophagus.

"You're so selfish, so much more important than family." A woman put on a made-up sad face, insinuating a married couple hanging from the ceiling.

Whatever they say, Damiyan doesn't care. Every day, Vladimir talks about emotional control.

"If you are consumed by the provocation of the opponent, it means defeat for you." That's one that Vladimir always emphasized.

The knife is a little stronger. Damiyan was sweating coldly. His heart is beating unbecoming.

"Don't do that!"

The voice of Iziaslav and his wife melted, resounding violently spread throughout the room. Damiyan's mother begs Damiyan to be released. Their hoarse sounds overlapped each other, disguising the sound from the door.

Women laugh, but nothing is funny. They enjoyed this torture session. Often, they throw satire with facial expressions and words. The plea after plea from Damiyan's father and mother was completely ignored. The women were only concerned with the information that Iziaslav was desperately keeping secret.

Things are getting worse. They no longer just throw threats. Damiyan continued to reassure himself, this was no worse than being locked up with an aggressive beast for an entire week.

With a desperate capital, Damiyan threw himself backward, pushing the woman who grabbed him while scuttering. Inevitably they fell.

Along with the thumping sound, the door slammed open. Bullets rained down on the room. The woman who was about to poke fun at Damiyan's neck fell with a hollow forehead. His body hit Damiyan. The other women fell one by one.

"Grandfather's not here, sir."

For the sake of seeing the owner of the voice, Damiyan looked up. His body was crushed by two women. His eyes widened when he found out the gun was pointed at him.

Standing behind the women. The woman looked frightened. Behind Kelana, stood Aeneas with his flat expression.

Spontaneous, Damiyan closed her eyes along with the sound of an explosion. Heart jerks. He thought the bullet would go through his head. But he was wrong. His heart was still beating after the shot. His lungs were still able to receive oxygen. Damiyan heard Kelana's voice.

"We don't need two road guides."

Kelana dropped the gun. The woman Damiyan was overrunning no longer moved. Kelana and Damiyan look meet.

"Oh, son, you must have secretly infiltrated our car, right? You could have done that to come to a place this dangerous alone," Kelana said.

Damiyan smiled. Apparently, he's been caught from the beginning. Damiyan was very grateful to Kelana in her heart. Despite knowing Damiyan was in the car, the man chose to pretend not to know, not to drop him in the middle of the road.

"Uncle, help my parents! Please!" shouted Damiyan immediately.

They may be the only help he has. He didn't care why they killed the women. Clearly, they did not seem to be a threat to him. In fact, they no longer shoot after no women stand, except those who are taken hostage.

Kelana tied the hostages to a pole, while Aeneas got rid of the pointed board. Slowly, both of Damiyan's parents were taken down. The two men worked together very well without talking to each other.

Damiyan was amazed to see it. Kelana is busy looking for the right key to open the bond of both parents Damiyan. Aeneas searched the women, then approached Damiyan after finding the key.

"Thank you" Damiyan said sincerely.

However, there is no response. Had he never heard Aeneas's voice, Damiyan would have thought the man was mute.

"Irit once said," Damiyan's mind as she looked at Aeneas.

Later, he went to both of his parents. The little family hugged.

"Sir, you better stay here with them. Let me find Grandpa Vladimir myself!" Kelana releases the hostages from the pole, then leaves.

Aeneas really stays with Damiyan and the family. He did not understand why they had suddenly separated. However, Damiyan did not want to think about it. For him, being able to get together with the family was enough.

"So it was dangerous. Don't act rashly anymore! Especially when you're not ready!" iziaslav.

"Look! Your body is full of wounds!"

"Just cheeks and neck, Ma. This is nothing compared to your safety." Damiyan wiped the blood on his cheeks. The flow makes Damiyan ticklish. Despite the throbbing pain, Damiyan chuckled.

Iziaslav turned to look at Aeneas. Aeneas stood on his back. The Italian man stared at the door.

"Are you the help that Dad called?"

"Not."

"Then why are you helping us? I don't think we've met before."

"This uncle is a friend of grandfather's. Uncle's looking for Grandpa here. That's why, uncle helped us. Isn't that right, Uncle?" Damiyan smiled pretently familiarly.

But Aeneas did not respond. The man instead stepped into the ranks of the weapons. Damiyan.

Aeneas. It was as if he was looking for something.

"Basic rock! It is difficult to communicate. If I had been his assistant, I would have stopped for less than a week" Damiyan thought. Aeneas's list of vices continues to grow in Damiyan's memory records. Even Damiyan's friends would never want if the person was as stupid as Aeneas. Damiyan never thought time would break his whole mind that day.

Damiyan sharpens hearing. Something very faint is moving closer. Sounds like a lot of people running around are clear.

"Someone came here!" damiyan said turning around the body.

"I heard it too" said Iziaslav.

"We need to get out of here, honey!" Damiyan's mother grabbed Damiyan's hand.

The room is very spacious. However, there was absolutely no place to hide. There are only two doors—the entrance of Damiyan and the door that Kelana just used. Honey, the door that passed was automatically closed after being passed. There remains one door that opens.

Dozens of women stormed in. They're in full uniform. Bulletproof vest and head protection attached. Each of them carried a firearm, hooked on them.

"Don't move if we don't want one of you to shoot!" The cliche warning went on the air.

Both of Damiyan's parents instantly stood in front of Damiyan. They are ready to be a shield for the son. Damiyan stared at the backs of the adults. Damiyan never doubted the affection of her parents.