[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]

 [color=9e005d]“Aghhh...”[/color] Constantin made a brief sound of annoyance when the voice of Vladimir boomed around, speaking about guests and the like. As if his nightmares weren't enough the one Vlad was speaking about was the crazy ferret man...[i][color=9e005d]' Дяволите да го земат...'[/color][/i] Constantin cursed under his breath in annoyance, remembering the events of earlier that day. Today was not his day it seemed. Everything was mostly going backwards and the trend of it seemed to be continuing as the night went on it seemed.  He could only hope that no more shenanigans happen, but knowing his luck with the day so far, the fire walker was kind of doubtful about it.

 With a heavy tired steps he walked over to where his family were sitting earlier, only to find them still there, having a merry drink while stuffing themselves with the food. He shook his head and with a sigh sat down next to them again. They burst out laughing when he appeared.” Vhat did I miss?” He asked, throwing looks around. What he expected and what had happened was quite different though.

 [color=9e005d]“SAY VHAT?!”[/color] He asked in shock, Veta had denied the invitation. There must be a reason... either that or she being the stubborn hardhead that she was, wasn't pleased with something.  He shook his head in fatigue. Now he knew what the dreams represented, the news that things were going to get a lot more stressful. 


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' Дяволите да го земат...'= May the devils take him
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