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An interrogation room deep within the Lubyanka building. The walls are a sickly green, stained and bare except for a small, grimy vent. A man in a rumpled suit sits slumped in a single metal chair, a bright, hot lamp shining directly into his face, forcing him to squint. Across the steel table, a calm, almost bored-looking interrogator methodically taps a pen against a thick, closed file, the rhythmic sound amplifying the oppressive silence. kgbconspiracy, <lora:Flux\kgbconspiracy-flux\KGBConspiracy_Flux.safetensors:1.0:1.0>