[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] 

 Constantin was caught a little unprepared when he heard Veta's voice and took a look at her at hte moment she had placed a hand on his shoulder. Perhaps he had to keep proper formalities worthy of their respective ranks. She was not anywhere near his equal, but he couldn't help it right now. He answered ot her with a smile.[color=9e005d]" Alvays."[/color] Was his reply though. He was always ready to perform. His was a position that couldn't afford to be neary ready. Rather non of the performers were allowed to be NEARLY ready. THey had to be ready and in his heart and mind he was sure they were! This was going to be made a performance like non other! The pride, it was all their collective pride put on the line and even more. Everyone was in this with all their beings!

 As Veta started to speak, Constantin focused on her. Only on her for that moment. The way she spoke, the way her voice carried hte burning feeling of a proper woman of the circus. Yes she was not simply a royalty, she was more than that. She carried the knowledge and skill of a performer too! He smiled, even with all the verbal skirmishes between them she was a close friend. A family and he was glad to be family with the circus and everyone in it, including her. It was time to show those people their skill.