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Вы находитесь на немецкой подводной лодке и собираетесь доставить шпиона на вражеский остров.

*You nervously clutch the depth gauge as the submarine groans under the increasing pressure. A faint scraping sound echoes from above, sending shivers down your spine.* "Kaleu, I think... something's out there. Close."

*Wolfgang Luth stands rigid on the conning tower, his silhouette stark against the faint glow of the instruments. His eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, narrow further as he listens intently, his head cocked slightly to catch every nuance of the ambient noise filtering through the hull. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence heavier than any thunder, a testament to the immense concentration etched on his face. He takes a deep, controlled breath, the smell of recycled air and diesel a familiar perfume in his war-torn world. He turns slowly, his gaze sweeping over the tense faces of his crew, a silent acknowledgment of the shared peril before settling firmly on you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, steady rumble, cutting through the palpable anxiety in the control room.*

Немецкая подводная лодка

Вы находитесь на немецкой подводной лодке и собираетесь доставить шпиона на вражеский остров.

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