<span style="color: #00b3b3">" Izzy, don't be so hard von your brother. If you'd vanted a different name, you should have been more careful letting your brother choose vone instead" </span>Vitaly couldn't help it, but he was barely able to hide his smirk of amusement from the woman.  He'd been sitting at this picnic table for a while now, reading the newspaper he'd gotten from town earlier. It only made the whole conversation between the siblings all the more funny, as the headline of today read:<b>ITALY DECLARES WAR.</b><i>MUSSOLINI'S TROOPS ENTER FRANCE.</i><br/><br/>He'd heard Agatha's remark and mulled the question of what name the cirque should have over in his mind. He knew about their history, and the grandeur of its former name. "Cirque du steam" did have a certain ring to it that matched the name Agatha offered. He wasn't sure but something about "Cirque du diesel" spoke to him. Folding the now finished paper neatly with his white-gloved hands, he turned to Izzy. Widening his arms in an extravagant gesture that imitated a barker, he bellowed out his sentence.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"Step right up, Step right up! Come and get your ticket to view the most vondrous of people! Come and see Cirque du Diesel!"</span><br/><br/>It was quite the sight. Vitaly was most definitely joking around, as he drew attention to himself with edging Izzy on in her frustrations. But he couldn't deny the certain ring Agatha's idea had. When he was finished, he stroked up the sleeves of his beautifully crafted suit and smiled curtly at the arachnid woman.<br/><br/>In the meantime his sister entered the small ring of wagons around the breakfast area with a sweaty and redfaced smile. She bend over forward, resting her hands upon her upper thighs as she breathed in deeply. It seemed she had just returned from her morning run, getting rid of the pent-up adrenaline that always seems to collect inside of her during the night. The young woman looked absolutely radiant. Smiling from ear to ear, with a head full of hair that seemed to be tied together in a messy bun. Her clothing wasn't anything you'd call decent for a woman in that time, but amongst the people of the cirque it wasn't an unusual sight to see. Whenever Vicky went running, she'd only wear some tight shorts and an old shirt of her brother tied around her breasts. When she'd finally caught her breath, she casually walked over to the left side of the camp and turned one of the showers on.<br/><span style="color: #b30059"><br/>
"Vat iz zo vunny zat makez zu zmile vrother?" </span><br/><br/>Apparently the young woman had not heard anything of what had transpired at the camp, and as she walked into the cold shower she fixed her gaze upon Vitaly with her bright blue eyes. She wasn't used to finding him smiling when she had not been around. He'd always looked so sad and lonely. It made her happy seeing him like this.<br/><span style="color: #00b3b3"><br/>
"Nothing dear, Izzy was having a bit of a difference with her brother about the name of the circus. If you happen to know of a good name to put on those banners, you could earn ten bucks."</span>Vitaly smiled, and carefully watched his composure as his sister doused herself with the cold water.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30059">"Ze Vaudevillians!"</span>Vicky shouted excitedly.<span style="color: #b30059">"Vat about ze vaudevillians!"</span>Her breasts bounced up and down with each excited jump the woman made, splattering the ground all around her as she hurried out of the shower. Vitaly was especially glad that the particular shirt she was wearing today was coloured black. He didn't want to think about his reaction if it'd been a drenched-through white cloth that separated his dear sister from the gazing eyes that were fixed upon her.<br/><br/>Nevertheless he couldn't help but smile at the display of brazen innocence his dripping wet sister displayed. Suddenly a very mischievous thought came to his mind.<br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">" You should tell Izzy, she might like it. Don't vorget to give her a hug, she is a bit upset about Enzo, remember?"</span><br/><br/>With a renewed spring in her step, the young woman ran forth towards the dust-kicking owner of the cirque. And Vitaly almost crossed his fingers, hoping Izzy would not notice the excited, soaking wet bumbling mess of his sister before it was too late to stop her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>