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Art style: Anime. Night, the team Волк, Сокол, Бес, Скальпель and Сигнал running across the desert toward a landing Mi-8 helicopter, Волк leading the captured Абу Карим with hands tied, Бес carrying Халид, dust storm from the rotors ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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: 2D anime cartoon animation — cel-shaded illustration, bold clean black outlines, flat anime shading, hand-drawn anime look with anime facial features and stylised non-realistic rendering of objects, food and environments. NOT photorealistic, NOT live-action, NOT a 3D render, NOT real footage. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Волк: centered — "Volk" ("Wolf"), a Russian Special Operations Forces (SSO) major and squad commander, a fictional soldier about forty. Lean, hardened athletic build, broad shoulders, weathered Slavic face with sharp grey eyes, a short salt-and-pepper beard, close-cropped greying hair, a faint scar over one brow. Calm, iron-steady expression, decisive and watchful. He wears multicam combat fatigues with knee pads, a loaded plate carrier with pouches and radio, fingerless gloves, a helmet pushed up with night-vision mount folded on the brow, a slung carbine held low across his chest. Scuffed tactical boots laced tight. He stands in a dark war-torn Latakia street at night, rubble and low haze around him, scanning the shadows protectively. - Сокол: the night environment filling the sides. A lean, wiry man in his late thirties with a weathered angular face, pale grey watchful eyes, sharp cheekbones, short cropped ash-brown hair and a close trimmed stubble beard. Calm, impassive expression, patient and alert. He wears a muted multicam-grey camouflage combat uniform, a low-profile plate carrier with minimal pouches, and a shemagh scarf loose around his neck. He kneels no — stands tall holding a long bolt-action sniper rifle with a mounted scope and suppressor across his body, gloved hands steady. Knee pads, a sidearm on his thigh, and scuffed tan tactical boots complete the kit. Quiet, disciplined, deadly composure. - Бес: . "Bes", a huge barrel-chested Russian special-forces machine-gunner in his mid-thirties — broad square jaw, close-cropped dark hair, thick stubble, a wide grin and laugh-crinkled eyes, pale scar over one brow, light-tan skin. Towering muscular build, massive shoulders and forearms. He wears a desert-tan plate carrier packed with pouches over an olive combat shirt, knee pads, loose ripstop trousers and scuffed brown tactical boots. A belt-fed PKM machine gun rests braced across his hip, a long ammo belt coiled over his shoulder, night-vision mount on his helmet pushed up. Confident, joking swagger. Behind him, dark hangars, warm hangar lights and a starry sky. - Скальпель: . Callsign "Skalpel", a combat medic — a lean, wiry man in his mid-thirties, roughly 180 cm, calm composed posture, weight balanced, shoulders level. Weathered olive skin, short dark hair under a flat raised helmet, close-cropped stubble beard, steady grey-blue eyes with a quiet focused gaze. He wears a sand-and-grey multicam combat uniform, chest rig with medical pouches marked by a subdued cross patch, trauma shears clipped at the shoulder, knee pads, fingerless gloves, and scuffed tan tactical boots laced tight. A slung carbine rests across his back while one gloved hand holds a field dressing. Behind him, a dark Latakia night: shadowed streets, distant warm lights, faint haze. - Сигнал: . "Signal", a young special-forces signalman and drone operator in his early twenties, lean and wiry with a quick, alert build, fair skin, sharp angular face, short dark undercut hair with a flat-top antenna earpiece, intense focused eyes. He wears a modern multicam combat uniform with rolled sleeves, a lightweight plate carrier loaded with radio pouches, a coiled antenna rising from the pack on his back, a throat-mic and headset clamped over one ear. A folded quadcopter drone controller tablet is strapped to his chest rig. Fingerless tactical gloves, kneepads, cargo trousers tucked into worn desert-tan combat boots. He crouches slightly, one hand raised to his earpiece, faint cold screen-glow lighting his face, body angled scanning the sky. - Халид: and centered on a moonlit mountain path above Latakia, dark pine ridges and a distant refugee camp's faint fires filling the sides. Khalid is a fictional Syrian guide and former teacher in his late forties: lean weathered build, olive-tan skin, short salt-and-pepper hair, a greying trimmed beard, deep lines around tired alert brown eyes, a faded scar on one cheekbone. He wears a worn olive canvas jacket over a grey knitted sweater, a loose checked keffiyeh around his neck, dust-coloured cargo trousers belted tight, and scuffed brown leather hiking shoes caked with dried mud. A battered canvas satchel and a small kerosene lantern hang at his side. His expression is weary but steady, grief hidden behind resolve, one hand raised to signal the group to halt quietly. - Абу Карим: . A fictional militant field commander, a lean hard-faced man in his late forties, olive-brown weathered skin, sharp hooked nose, deep-set calculating dark eyes, heavy black eyebrows, a thick greying-black beard with no moustache trim, short cropped hair under a wrapped dark grey shemagh scarf. Wiry muscular build. He wears a worn sand-and-brown camouflage field jacket over a dusty dark tunic, a loaded chest rig with magazine pouches, a holstered pistol, canvas cargo trousers tucked into scuffed tan combat boots. A worn AK-pattern rifle slung across his chest, one hand resting on it, a cruel self-assured smirk. He stands on a rubble-strewn rooftop at night overlooking a distant airbase, smoke and dim tracer glow on the dark horizon.