Kling 2.5 Turbo (pro)
(INT. DORM ROOM - NIGHT) On the table — three laptops, a tangle of cables, empty chip bags. MISHA (the perfectionist) furiously builds a 3D model. DIMA (the slacker) googles "how to learn strength of materials fast". ANTON (the panic attack) has been looking for a missing line on his blueprint for half an hour. ANTON (Whispering like a mantra) Don't swear... Don't swear... Don't swear... WHAT THE F*CK?! (Shouts the last part, slams his fist on the table. A textbook falls from the shelf.) DIMA (Without looking up from the screen) Remember the deal? The first one to swear goes to get cookies. And the red stuff (wine/energy drink). MISHA A thousand devils! Autosave didn't work again! DIMA (Raises an eyebrow) Mish, is that swearing? Or an Old Slavic curse? ANTON (Looks at his screen, then at Misha's. His eyes widen.) Guys... Why does your bridge have two supports, and mine has three? Aren't we working on the same blueprint? (Everyone falls silent. They look at each other. Then they slowly and synchronously turn towards the pile of printed assignment sheets on a chair. The paper with the most crucial calculation is sticking out from under a mug of dried-up tea.) MISHA (Very quietly) Right. That's it. I'm not swearing. I... am articulating this in profound technical terminology. This is a full-blown... catastrophic systemic collapse at the foundational data level. DIMA (Nodding with respect) Strong. But you're still going for the cookies. And our bridge, I see, is hanging by a thread. Literally. (Black screen. Sound: the roar of a collapsing structure and sirens.) Closing text: Sometimes bridges collapse not because of flaws in the concrete, but because of a teacup at 4 AM.