[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]

	Constantin was cursing in his mind as he was covered by the rather heavy cloth now. It hindered his movement, made it near impossible to see, obstructing him in nearly all ways possible. Why did he get out of bed? He so regretted it right now, he almost preferred the nightmare to this. Bazhooli's voice boomed as usual, the chaos was complete it seemed and he was not happy about that.

	As he reached for his hip to pull his sword and cut through this, he realized he did not in fact have his sword with him. He had taken it off for the performance earlier and after going to bed and waking up he had not picked it up again.[color=9e005d]” You've got to be kidding me...”[/color] He mumbled in annoyance before rummaging around the table he was sitting at, blindly until finally finding what he needed, which was a knife. 

	He grabbed the cloth, pierced it with the sharp knife from the table and cut his way out. Seeing the people from outside the cloth and their movement underneath made it all look surreal.[color=9e005d]” Vho vas it?! Vho dared?!”[/color] This time he really felt like killing someone. Killing someone in a slow manner that is.