Svetlana’s birthday—thirty-four, shining bright, My aggressive Serbian, always sharp, always right. This skinny bitch walking in high-high heels, Solving every mystery, she knows how truth feels. People share their stories, She catches every clue. Investigating everything, Like she was born to do. Igor from Panasia jumps in on the spot, But she’s the mastermind—she’s the whole plot. From adventures and laughs, To our late-night chats, Every story you tell Has that dramatic touch. Here’s to a husband who can shoot apples straight, Because my soulmate deserves the best fate! Her beauty is glowing, the kind you can’t ignore, Thirty-four and stunning—who could ask for more? Espresso macchiato, per favore, let’s pour! For Svetlana, Belgrade Diva, evermore!