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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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 The dinner was rather pleasant, the time was jolly and the overall atmosphere was allowing Constantin to restore his mood with rather pleasant speed. The presence of his family members made him smile as he mowed down the salad and with a good few sips of the rakia too, until finally it was quickly done. Frankly he wished things will be fine, but sadly a quick commotion and whisper pulled him away of his impossible hope. He knew world didn't work that way, but what had transpired was not something he ever expected to happen.

 [color=9e005d]“Vhat's going on?”[/color] He asked another person who passed by and was quickly told the event that took place.[color=9e005d]” Ohh...” [/color]Was all that he can say about the absurd chain of events that resulted in a death of a comrade. All he can do now was take another sip from the alcohol, take a deep breath and lower his head in helplessness at the face of this absurd world.[color=9e005d]” To think she died like that...”[/color] He could barely believe it, but it was a fact since it was told by people he trusts and respects.