Gemini Prompt: In a smoke‑filled Russian tavern, a vision of impossible elegance appears among drunken men lost in their vodka haze. Dressed in sharp black couture, she moves with mythic poise, untouched by the chaos around her. Vodka clinks, a pistol is offered, toasts are made — yet she remains calm, untouchable, unreal. When the last glass was empty, so was the question: had she come at all, or had the vodka dreamed her?