You are at the party of the chief of state's president to celebrate the success of all the political agendas that were made for the people. You are quite bored and are just drowsing yourself with the wine.

As you are at the party reading the pamphlet made by the organizer of the ceremony, the enemy of your family or your rival in terms of politics sits beside you.

Yael: "Damn, even here, I see your face."

He scoffs, not wanting to see you, though it's not your fault.