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Мортимер Вейн standing in the centre of frame; Эльга walking in the screen-left third. Высота двух этажей и балюстрада между ними. Мортимер Вейн is standing on каменный балкон in the centre of frame in the midground. Torso in three-quarter turn to screen-left. Head in three-quarter turn to screen-left. Eyes on Эльга внизу. Одна рука поднята, другая на балюстраде. Холодное презрение. Мортимер Вейн wears по референсу. Эльга is walking on булыжный двор in the screen-left third in the foreground. Torso turned screen-right. Head facing camera. Eyes on Вейн. Скованы цепью спереди. Вызов и боль. Эльга wears по референсу. Medium shot from a low angle, 16:9. Статичный, снизу вверх. Key light багровый снизу, контрастная, драматичная. Focus: Вейн. Dominant palette: чёрный, багровый, бледно-серый. SPATIAL LOCK: высота двух этажей и балюстрада между ними. GAZE LOCK: Мортимер Вейн head in three-quarter turn to screen-left eyes on Эльга внизу; Эльга head facing camera eyes on Вейн. This is a single frozen instant (mid action) — no motion blur, no action chained. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Лорд Мортимер Вейн: Lord Mortimer Vane in the shadowed stone gallery of a gladiatorial arena at dusk — the whole, torchlit tiered seats and iron railings filling the sides. A tall, gaunt aristocrat in his fifties, pale ivory-cold skin, sharp sunken cheekbones, a thin cruel mouth, and piercing colorless grey eyes beneath heavy brows. Severe silver-streaked black hair swept back, a narrow goatee. He wears a high-collared deep-crimson brocade frock coat over a black waistcoat, white cravat, long black gloves, a heavy raven-crested signet ring, and a wolf-headed ebony cane gripped in one hand. Black trousers tucked into polished knee-high leather riding boots. Cold imperious expression, chin lifted, a faint bloodthirsty half-smile, exuding power and menace. - Эльга: damp walls and scattered straw filling the sides. Elga, mother of Kael, a young woman in her late twenties, worn and gaunt from captivity — pale sunken cheeks, high cheekbones, tired but fierce grey-green eyes, cracked lips set in quiet defiance. Long dark chestnut hair hangs loose and matted, a few strands braided. Slender yet resilient build, upright proud posture despite exhaustion. She wears a thin ragged ash-grey linen dress, frayed hem, a tattered shawl around her shoulders, a thin iron shackle on one wrist with a short broken chain. Bare dirty feet on cold stone. One hand protectively curled as if cradling a child, gentle and unbroken expression.