[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]“Добре...“[/color] Constantin mumbled as the organization of people to take care of the fallen canvas was going quite well right now. As Bazhooli had given him the order to do this, he was damn well going to do it. It was luckily no one seemed to have been heavily injured, a testimony to the hardiness of the circus folk! All were stronger than a simple falling canvas!

	Helping one of the people by lifting the canvas, trying to unstuck it from a corner of a table so they do not tear it or something[color=9e005d].” Something's really odd about this...” [/color]He said to himself as the rescue operation was proceeding well enough. The canvas was NOT supposed to fall like that. To fall it meant someone helped it. They were going to have to check the ropes that were supposed to be holding it once all the people were pulled out from underneath it. Why did it happen now though? If the plan was to put the circus in bad situation, it would be better to bring the canvas down during the main performance earlier. This was different... He definitely had a bad feeling about all this. He had this feeling he was going to have more bad news before the night ends.

	Finally he pulled his own family form underneath the canvas.[color=9e005d]” Could you go help vith the clean up. The canvas made a mess of the tables...”[/color] He asked of his mother as his father joined in with the canvas folding. He wondered where Veta was. Usually she would show up soon enough to help as any true circus person. Maybe she was busy with that catholic woman?