Kling 2.5 Turbo (pro)
[The camera switches from a wide shot to a close-up, following Woland's gaze.] Woland was a tall, clean-shaven man of about forty-seven, with black hair. He wore a gray suit, gray shoes, and a gray beret, jauntily draped over one ear. His mouth was twisted. His eyebrows were black, one higher than the other. Leaning on a cane with a black tip shaped like a poodle's head, in one hand he held a large red-and-gold cigarette case with a ruby ​​in the lid. Gazing at its white-blue glow, Woland, slightly narrowing his eyes (the right one was empty, black, and lifeless, while the left one was green, utterly mad), turned his gaze to the sky, where, anticipating the evening coolness, black birds glided silently through the air, as if cutting through the clouds with their wings.