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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Almack's.[/center]
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 [color=9e005d][i]'Ale op.'[/i][/color] Constantin thought in his native language as he hopped onto the driver position in the carriage that he arrived in. After everything that happened tonight, it was the best he could do. He was going to complete his duty and drive Myshka and Vlad later the same as they ahd arrived and he was truly glad from the bottom of his heart that this carriage was not stolen. In a nice move of prudence, he checked his sabre once more just in case he's going to need it tonight. Once a soulless showed up, it was bound to happen again. Those people were like sheep... no they were worse than sheep it seemed. He sighed, waiting quietly.

 [color=9e005d][i]'Vai vill they have that vall if it doesn't protect properly?'[/i][/color] He wondered, waiting in his seat. The wall was there, but the soulless showed on the inside... that meant they somehow got in without people realizing it. That usually only happened two ways, soulless found a weak point and sneaked in, which isn't impossible. Soulless were cunning if nothing else or the other option was... someone let them in? Who in their right mind do that though? Constantin didn't really put it beyond the people of London though. After all they weren't the same as the family that was the circus. The citizens 'living' in this place seemed... like pathetic littl... [color=9e005d][i]'Better stop that train of thought for the moment.'[/i][/color] He finally concluded, returning ot his pondering of what could have happened if something happened to Elizaveta.