A Royal Visitor From Cluj-Napoca

So, do you think I cannot hear you Ana-Elena? Do you think that because I am far away from you in Cluj-Napoca, I do not know your thoughts, or hear your words, or see your pitiful one-room walk-up flat with no air conditioning and a laughable kitchen? The Gypsy Queen sees all, and knows all.

And what do I see now, Ana-Elena Devescu? What? I see you wish my death. I see you wish to be the Gypsy Queen. And I see you wish that your 1997 Kia did not constantly leak transmission fluid.

Sorry on all counts.