[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=firebrick]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3068ada6-2525-4e47-b1a8-14d98dfb6177.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=firebrick][b]Location:[/b][/color] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
[color=firebrick][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort, Tretiy Glaz[/i] [/center][hr]

	The three women safely absconded to the privacy of Elizaveta's tent, leaving Vladimir to his own devices in the grander area of the Tent City. It was an interesting place, this temporary village of canvas and wood. It rarely had exactly the same layout every time it was pitched, yet the people who called it home had no difficulty finding their way around, as if by instinct or a sense of unity with one another that could not quite be given justice with mere description. Vladimir had spent more of his life within it than without, though what passed for his "home" in a permanent sense would be either in the Romanian territory of Moldova within the Carpathian Mountains or the more official seat of power for the Barony, St. Petersburg. Vladimir did not mind touring the latter, as it had more people and hence more money to be made for the Circus, but he personally would rather cool his heels in the off season (when he actually took a season off) in the Carpathian Mountains of Moldova. They had lovely property there. And it was closer to the origins of his people, the Rusyn. 

	Wistful thinking about his people and their amazing traveling lifestyle aside, The Great Bazhooli was not a stupid man. There were suddenly within the confines of his Grand Tent City three women of importance: A Noble of local standing and famous lineage, a Catholic Knight who inherited a coveted position, and the Grand Duchess of the Russian Empire. And all three of them were speaking privately. Something was up. Hopefully, all it involved was the upcoming meeting with the Graveolase and their respective parts to play within it. That reason would have been enough by itself to warrant some time to themselves. 

	Then there was the boy, James. Virginia had brought the boy in at Mary's behest, with the Grand Duchess offering the aid of the Circus. Whether that was just for the evening or on a more permanent basis was knowledge he was not privy to, though he would most definitely get answers about sooner or later. Knowing the nature of Veta, and his father, The Baron Dmitri Alexandrov, it would probably be later. For [i]now[/i], he had to verify the security of his home. Again. Before getting back to his family. Again. 

	With speed and grace that could only come from decades of training, Vlad dashed to the main entrance to the collection of tents, pavilions, and vardos that served as the Tent City of the Russian Imperial Circus. He informed the circus folk stationed there to [b]restrict all unnecessary traffic[/b], and spread the word down to the other points [i]and[/i] the frequent shift changes. No outside persons allowed in due to the recent attack on Veta and the presence of the Graveolase, period. He made mention of one or two more bits of protocol (not that he would ever call it "protocol", which was a very dry word) that were specific to the evening. 

	When he was certain that they fully understood, he departed the area, hopefully to rejoin with his people and hammer out the last details of their performance for the evening.