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A young man in a patterned blue shirt repeatedly brings his hand to his face, covering his mouth and nose, then lowers it, his expression shifting from contemplative to a slight smile, in a room with light-colored walls and a window with blinds. The scene cuts to a grainy, black-and-white security camera view of a man standing in a doorway, looking into a room where another person lies on a bed, with Russian text and a logo visible in the corner.