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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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[color=9e005d]Location:[/color]  The Tent City.
[color=9e005d]Skills:[/color] Tretiy Glaz,Fal'shbort  [/center]
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 	[color=9e005d][i]'I've got a real... oh noooooooooo...'[/i][/color] Constantin just had not the chance to react to this. By the time he realized where it was going, it was all over. Deja vu. This seemed really familiar for some reason... as if he had gotten covered in snot and so on earlier... by a big tiger.[color=9e005d]” Мамицата му... ще го убия... с голи ръце ще...“[/color] Constantin mumbled in his native language of bulgarian, his expression about as struggling to hide his really growing desire to reach over and strangle the weird crazy man with his bare hands, as said hands were managing to hide their trembling. In other words not very, because his fists were shaking by his side, before he reached and wiped his face with his sleeve.

	[color=9e005d]“I need to … valk to my tent... yes... be right back.”[/color] Constantin mumbled with eerie expression on his face as he just turned to the side and walked away, barely withholding the urge to strangle Ludwig. This event Constantin would not forget so easily... ohh no. He will bid his time, but vengeance will be his. He will find a way to repay the favor if not now, one day dammit. 

	On his way over to his tent to change clothes again, he ran his hand across the top of a torch, barely grazing the flames, but just enough to feel the heat.[color=9e005d]” Ve should never have came to this country. Everything's going vrong since ve did...”[/color]


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” Мамицата му... ще го убия... с голи ръце ще...“= "Damn him... I will kill him... with my bare arms..."
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