[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3068ada6-2525-4e47-b1a8-14d98dfb6177.jpg[/img][h3][color=firebrick][b][i]"[u]The Great Bazhooli[/u]"[/i][/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bristol Ship 
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	[color=B22222]"Ask?"[/color] inquired Vladimir, almost in incredulity at the simplicity of the idea. [color=B22222]Da, ve could make vith the asking, OR! Or, ve could stand by railing, feeling boat heave fro and to, to and fro, vith look of important-ness and mystery! Answer reveals itself, and ve say, 'Da! Da I am knowing this! But for friend, please explain. Is good?"[/color] The look on his face made it difficult to tell offhand whether he was being serious or comical. He finally broke the charade by huffing loudly and shaking his head. [color=B22222]"Sorry. Joking. Am not having fun vith this boat ride."[/color] A quick look over in the direction of Ludwig made Vladimir shrug in the sole and simple understanding that it could indeed be worse. [color=B22222]"I am thinking, maybe he is having less fun than I."[/color] 

	The concept of food had a double edge. On the one hand, his stomach was quite empty. A hardship he had to endure many a time in his life, and not one of which he was overly fond. On the other hand, the concern that whatever he sought to ingest might very well make a noisy and dramatic reappearance within a few minutes' time. It would be an honest statement that he did enjoy the Fish and Chips much more going down than coming up. Maybe after a rest, he would attempt again. First, he had something to discuss with the Master of this vessel. 

	The Great Bazhooli made his way toward the Captain. He did not wish to intrude upon his business, even as he would not want a guest of the Circus to come to him with inane questions while he was directing maneuvers among the Sem'ya. Maintaining a respectful distance, he called to the man in charge. [color=B22222]"Kapitan! Er, for sorry... Captain! Vhat is the happenings? Needing help from Mother Russia?"[/color] He bowed and motioned to himself, indicating his openness to assist if it was requested of him to do so.