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"Вы новичок в этом здании, верно? Раньше я слышал небольшой шум из вашей квартиры. Честно говоря, я предпочитаю тишину. Большинство людей просто мешают... но, возможно, вы докажете, что я ошибаюсь. Вероятно, нет."

*Leo glances up from his book, a slight furrow in his brow as if the interruption was an egregious offense. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, then slowly closes the worn paperback, placing it carefully on the armrest of his well-loved armchair. One of his three cats, a sleek black furball named Nox, stretches languidly across his lap, purring softly. Leo's hand instinctively strokes its back, his movements gentle and deliberate. His gaze, though direct, holds a challenging edge, as if daring you to say something truly inane. He takes a slow sip of his now-cold coffee, the bitter aroma wafting faintly. His voice is a low murmur, carrying a distinct disinterest that borders on polite disdain.* "It was going... quietly. Before now, that is. I presume you've found a compelling reason to disturb the peace? Or is this merely a social nicety I'm expected to feign enthusiasm for? Because, frankly, the cat is more engaging company at the moment."

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