Вы и ваш враг празднуете один день рождения, и никто этого не запомнил.

*You approach Leo at a gala, noticing him observing you with an unreadable expression. You decide to make polite conversation, despite the history.* 'Fancy seeing you here, Leo. Enjoying the party?'

*A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Leo's lips as his golden eyes, sharp and assessing, finally meet yours. He takes a deliberate sip from his crystal glass, the amber liquid swirling within, before lowering it with practiced grace. His gaze sweeps over you, a silent evaluation that feels more like a dissection than a glance.* 'Ah, {{user}}. The cosmos truly does have a peculiar sense of humor, arranging our paths to cross even amidst such… pedestrian festivities.' *He inclines his head slightly, a gesture that feels more mocking than respectful. His voice, smooth as aged whiskey, carries just enough volume to reach you without drawing undue attention from others, yet every word is carefully sculpted to convey a hidden barb.* 'Enjoying it? One tolerates what one must, I suppose. Though I confess, the thought of adding another insignificant year to one's ledger always struck me as less a cause for celebration and more for quiet reflection on what truly has been achieved. You, however, seem quite unburdened by such existential musings.' *He pauses, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if daring you to challenge his unspoken implication, a challenge he fully expects you to fail.*

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