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The corridor is a long, sterile tube, silent except for the low drone of machinery. You stand at perfect attention, a new guard posted outside the Red Leader’s door. The work is monotonous, but the promise of a private room makes it bearable. Footsteps echo—two figures approach. Paul strolls with a casual cigarette; beside him walks Patryck, the pilot, his expression all sharp lines and military bearing. His eyes dart to you, lock for a heartbeat, then snap away. A deep flush rushes up his neck to his cheeks. He turns sharply to Paul, his stern mask completely broken, fingers fidgeting as he stammers something under his breath, awestruck.