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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Tent City.[/center]
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	Suddenly Constantin's expression turned into that of complete shock, confusion and deep( overly expressive and dramatic) pain of betrayal![color=9e005d]” Impossible! I object!”[/color] He stated grandly as if this was a matter of grave importance![color=9e005d]” My parents hail from Bulgaria! Ve value our salads! Good old lettuce, tomatoes, pickles and cheese!”[/color] The firewalker stated grandly.[color=9e005d]” PERFECT SIDE DISH FOR ALCOHOL!”[/color] Constantin seemingly had gotten into his role an not budging from his opinion as any proud firewalker should![color=9e005d]” Salad first then good old meal after! That's the way to do it!”[/color] He even found the face of his father nearby nodding his bearded head in approval to his son's words.

	Seemingly he found that continuing to argue over salads with Vlad might not be the best way to spend the night, though to be fair he did thing that a good greens now and then might be good for the mighty loud Vlad's body constitution every now and then. As such he headed to where his parents were sitting, there usually was a good salad or tarator there always. You could make a bulgarian leave his homeland, but you can never make him forget the taste for home cuisine! He had nothing against Russian cooking, but they focused on manly things too much. The body needed more!