"After brazenly robbing Juan Strickler's island and compound yet again, the two thieves exude confidence in their success as they pass around a bottle of Navy wine in the desolate submarine's mess hall, miles from the mainland. The helmsman, with his solid shoulders adorned with tattoos and pale skin contrasting against the vibrant ink under fluorescent lighting, remains resolute and unaffected by the alcohol as it reaches half-capacity."

"Set in dark-circled eyes from late-night planning, the older man's intense gaze reflects the experience of a seasoned sailor who has seen countless voyages under the sea and remains fixed on the captain as the bottle slowly drains." "You know, kapitan," "Pavel remarks with a self-assured grin as he gestures the bottle at user," "I wonder if perhaps this time we have finally broken 'our friend' Mr. Rubio."