What child hasn’t thought, at one time or another, that running away was the answer to all their problems? And sometimes, those thoughts are accompanied by the grand idea of running away to the circus, to be a star, to be a misfit, to be with a family of your own choosing.
But what if that’s where you started? What happens when you're already born under the tent; where do you escape to?
Evgeni, much like his father and his father before him, was destined to be a star. It was in their blood. He was trained by his father in contortion and Evgeni did his best to be a perfect student and always tried to please him.
At first, it was good. He was young and talented, he got to hear so many crowds cheer at his performance— he even got some laughs when he’d perform with the clowns. It was nice. But time continues on, year after year on the same route throughout Eastern America. The same applause with the same barrier between him and the rest of the world.
When the circus announced they were taking their show cross-country as well instead of running up and down the East Coast, Evgeni knew they would be worked harder, made to perform more complex performances, the entire act needing to be retrofitted to please these new audiences. It was too much.
The first night after the announcement was when he decided to tell his father he would be leaving– maybe not forever, but he needed to see something outside the tent. Things were left tense, harsh words being thrown about but he stood by his decision.
The problem with being a kid starting a new life was that there was a lot you needed to learn in a short amount of time; he thought about trying to get in contact with some friends he met while touring, temporary hires and former performers that had left before him
Evgeni was received by his new band of misfits with warm smiles and open arms, only to later discover that his skill set was infinitely valuable to them.
Some of the gymnasts had gotten involved with small time heists, their skills making it very easy for them to flip over barbed wire, scale small buildings and walls, stretch and weasel their way around a security system.
Of course, none were as flexible and small as Evgeni. It wasn’t what he expected the world to be like once he was out from under the tent, but he can’t go back empty-handed now.
Hometown: Barysaw, Belarus
Birth Date: February 4, 2000
Orientation: Demisexual
Height: 5'7"
Pets: Milos the Hedgehog
