[hr][hr][center][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif
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[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive) [hr][/center] 


	Constanin was about just outside the tent of his family when his mother of all people showed up, nearly bumping into him. He was naturally confused about her presence here, especially with the fact the whole circus was gathered there, but it seemed plans had changed. He was rather quickly informed that the Graveolase presentation was going to be happening. It suddenly dawned on him that was the case indeed, given the Veta's incident from earlier... It made sense.

	[color=9e005d]“Vell.. I'm out of proper uniforms for this...”[/color] He replied, explaining his own little set of annoying events that transpired with certain tiger and german man whom he had not forgotten. In the end his mother pulled a sewing set and quickly stitched the old shirt so the hole wasn't showing open and he put it on[color=9e005d].” I vill be by the main tent, mother. Vhen ve vill perfom, I vill give it my all, as usual.”[/color] He smiled as she walked away, he quickly following her and towards the back of the main tent.

	[color=9e005d]“I really hope nothing else happens tonight...”[/color] He mumbled when he arrived at the place. If they were to be performing for the Graveolase, it meant they had to put their all into this performance as to not throw dirt on the name of the circus.