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Art style: Ghibli / Anime-inspired. Сумеречные окопы современной войны. Пятеро сослуживцев собрались у входа в блиндаж; рядом компактный разведывательный дрон и пульт. Паша «Берлин» проверяет связь, Фламинго с невозмутимым видом смотрит на дрон. Атмосфера товарищества и мягкой комедии, безопасная обстановка без боевых действий. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: Soft hand-drawn anime illustration, delicate linework, painterly backgrounds, airy natural light, gentle colors, peaceful cinematic storytelling atmosphere. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Паша «Берлин»: . Pasha "Berlin", a lean young man in his mid-twenties, slender wiry build, narrow shoulders, pale slightly weathered skin. Angular face with sharp cheekbones, a long straight nose, calm half-lidded grey eyes carrying a faint wry smirk, thin lips. Short tousled dark-brown hair, uneven fringe, a few days of light stubble. He wears a worn olive-green field jacket over a grey knit sweater, faded canvas cargo trousers tucked into scuffed brown leather lace-up combat boots, a frayed scarf loose at his neck, a small canvas satchel slung across his chest. Relaxed, unbothered stance, hands in pockets, one eyebrow slightly raised. Behind him, a quiet overcast frontline village street, cracked walls, drifting mist, bare trees. - Фламинго: and centered, a towering broad-shouldered man nicknamed "Flamingo" — the biggest and most muscular of his squad. He stands around forty, with a square jaw, warm sun-tanned skin, a short cropped dark fade, thick stubble and crinkled laugh-lines around friendly brown eyes, caught mid-grin showing easy confidence. His frame is massive and barrel-chested, thick forearms, a relaxed heroic stance with one hand resting on his belt. He wears worn olive-green military fatigues, sleeves rolled above bulging biceps, a loaded tactical vest, dog tags, canvas trousers tucked into scuffed brown combat boots laced to mid-shin. Behind him a muddy frontline trench under a pale overcast dawn sky, sandbags and distant smoke framing the sides.