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Art style: Яркая мультяшная 3D-анимация, комедийный стиль. Мультяшная тюремная камера с крупными округлыми прутьями. Банан в простой робе сидит за решёткой, рядом видны другие фруктовые заключённые — груша и апельсин — с добродушными лицами. Начальник-тюремщик стоит снаружи с ключами. Мрачноватая, но смешная атмосфера, безопасная комедия, выразительные цвета. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Яркая мультяшная 3D-анимация, комедийный стиль" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Яркая мультяшная 3D-анимация, комедийный стиль". Keep the subject, composition, camera angle, lighting direction, and colour palette from the description above — but EVERY surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in the "Яркая мультяшная 3D-анимация, комедийный стиль" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Банан: . A tall anthropomorphic banana character named Banan: a long curved bright-yellow banana body as his torso, smooth peel with a few faint brown freckle spots and a short brown stem sprouting from the top of his head like a little tuft. Big expressive cartoon eyes, thin arched eyebrows, a cocky half-smile that hints at both heartbreak and swagger. Slender bendy rubber-hose arms with white four-fingered gloves and skinny legs ending in oversized round two-tone sneakers. He wears a slightly-too-big pinstripe gangster waistcoat over his peel, a loosened red tie, a tilted fedora, and a tiny gold chain — comically important crime-boss vibe. One hand on hip, the other gesturing boastfully. Standing on a rain-slicked city alley at night, neon signs glowing behind him. - Начальник-тюремщик: and centered — a stern-looking but secretly comical prison warden. A heavyset, barrel-chested man in his early fifties, broad shoulders, thick neck, and a slight pot belly straining his uniform. Square jaw with a jutting lower lip, bushy connected eyebrows perpetually furrowed, a thick bristly black mustache, a gruff reddish-tan face, and a shaved bald head glistening under harsh light. He wears a dark navy-blue warden uniform with gold shoulder epaulettes, brass buttons, a tight belt holding a ring of oversized jingling keys, and a baton. Trousers tucked into scuffed black leather boots. One hand rests sternly on his hip, the other grips the key ring; his scowl twitches at the corner, betraying a hidden goofiness. Behind him, a grim stone cell-block corridor with iron bars.