[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[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] 

	The performance was finally over...! Constantin's mind was still racing from the high of the adrenaline and the joy of performing. The pride to be part of this circus. They gave it their all into this brief performance and now that the end of it arrived, it was all a haze. He went through motions of how to exit the arena in proper circus style, without even realizing he was doing so.

	Once they were finally out of the arenas and safely behind the main tent, out of the vicinity and the eyes of the guests, he moved to a nearby crate and leaned on it. His heart racing as he was calming down, feeling drained from it all.[color=9e005d]” It ended...”[/color] He sighed in relief that all went according to how they practiced it. He had concerns, but now that it was done, those didn't matter.

	His family came to him and patted him on the shoulders, with the eyes filled with pride about their son. He smiled and looked first around, but then up at the skies.[color=9e005d]” I really feel like sleeping for a day now...”[/color]