PixVerse v5
A cable descended from the roof of the Scandipack Alabuga workshop with a dull metallic echo. The leader, a tall, gray-haired grandfather in a blue jacket, descended first, as if he had stepped out of a boardroom rather than a helicopter. He landed gracefully, looked around, and adjusted his lapel, as if checking to see if the operation plan was still in place. The chief engineer followed, wearing a red baseball cap and carrying a notebook that he never let go of, even in mid-air. As soon as he touched the floor, he immediately began to write something down, muttering: — The angle of entry... the speed of descent... ventilation is no good here.… The bee-man appeared third. It was buzzing—literally. His suit shimmered with yellow and black stripes, and translucent wings trembled behind his back. He hovered in the air for a second, as if checking the acoustics of the room, and then smoothly descended next to the others. The woman came down last. She took her time. Her movements were precise and cold, and her gaze was as if everything that was happening was below her level, but tolerable. Landing