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Art style: Pixar-like 3D. Вид из комнаты на заброшенное здание напротив. В разбитом окне едва различима часть винтовки, направленной к дому. На лбу Светы появляется маленькая красная точка. Её лицо застывает; света мало, никаких ран или крови, только отражение окна в её глазах. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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: Stylized cinematic 3D, expressive animated characters, soft rounded forms, polished materials, warm cinematic lighting, charming facial expressions, high-end animated film look. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Света: and centered — Sveta, a young mother in her late twenties, slender but softly built. She has an oval face with warm fair skin, large expressive hazel eyes, gently arched brows, a small nose and full lips set in a tense, protective expression. Her light chestnut hair is pulled into a loose, slightly messy low bun with a few strands falling around her cheeks. She wears a simple cream knit sweater, soft grey loungewear trousers and worn pale-blue slippers on her feet. One arm reaches protectively backward as if shielding a child, her other hand half-raised, body angled in a cautious defensive stance. Setting: a dim, hazy bedroom at night, soft shadows, a half-open door spilling faint light behind her. - Голос мужчины: a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early forties, seen as a looming, threatening silhouette-like presence just outside a dark window. Heavy-set build, thick neck and strong jaw with coarse dark stubble, deep-set shadowed eyes under a heavy brow, short cropped dark hair with a receding hairline. He wears a worn charcoal-grey hooded jacket zipped high, dark cargo trousers, and scuffed heavy black work boots. One large gloved hand is raised and pressed flat against the glass, the other clenched at his side, his mouth open mid-shout. His posture leans forward aggressively, head tilted down. Behind him a rain-streaked night courtyard glows faintly with a distant streetlamp, cold mist curling around his boots.