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Art style: Cinematic Realistic. Раннее утро в комнате Макса. Аня просыпается в постели под одеялом, одетая в домашнюю одежду; Макс без футболки, но прикрытый простынёй до талии, нежно гладит её по щеке. Интимность передана бережно и несексуально, мягкий рассветный свет. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image entirely in "Cinematic Realistic" style. Match the lighting grammar, material response, colour science, level of realism / stylisation, line weight, and shading model typical of "Cinematic Realistic". 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 "Cinematic Realistic" idiom, not in any other medium. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Аня: . Anya, a confident 20-year-old woman with a model's build — tall, slender, long legs, upright poised posture. Oval face with high cheekbones, fair smooth skin, clear light-grey eyes, defined brows, natural glossy lips set in a calm self-assured half-smile. Long straight chestnut-brown hair parted in the middle, falling past her shoulders. She wears a fitted cream ribbed knit top, high-waisted dark tailored trousers, and sleek pointed black ankle boots; a thin gold necklace and small studs. One hand rests on her hip, chin slightly raised, steady direct gaze expressing independence. Setting: a rain-streaked modern city street at dusk, soft reflections on wet pavement, blurred warm storefront lights behind her. No aura, no FX, no text. - Макс: . Max, a 23-year-old attractive rebel: lean athletic build, around 1.82m, with fair skin and a faint stubble shadow along a sharp jaw. Tousled dark-brown hair, slightly overgrown and swept back, with a few loose strands over the forehead. Grey-green eyes carrying a guarded, vulnerable intensity beneath a cocky half-smirk. He wears a worn black leather jacket over a plain charcoal T-shirt, dark slim jeans with a scuffed knee, and scuffed black lace-up boots. One hand tucked in his pocket, the other loosely holding a cigarette he never lights, weight shifted onto one hip. He stands on a wet nighttime city street, neon shop signs and rain-slicked asphalt softly glowing behind him, breath faintly visible in the cold air.