Love Under the Snow: Side Story - The First Light
(Scene: A Secret Auction in St. Petersburg)
It was winter, and a highly confidential illegal auction was organized in an old art gallery in St. Petersburg. Viktor (still the head of the Police Special Unit) entered, wearing a black tuxedo instead of his uniform. This was a high-risk undercover operation.
Viktor stood in a corner, his eyes glowing even in the darkness due to his white hair. His target was a rare stolen diamond and identifying the mafia boss among the buyers.
Suddenly, Viktor felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He quickly turned around.
Standing in front of Viktor was Alia Isrovna. She wore a stunning black gown, her hair tied in a loose bun. Her honey-colored eyes were staring directly into Viktor's blue eyes. A playful smile touched her lips.
Alia: (Whispering, in an English accent) "Did you lose your way here, 'Officer'?"
Viktor's body froze for a moment. Someone recognized him! His heart started pounding rapidly. But there was no fear in his eyes, only surprise.
Viktor: (Calmly, with a Russian accent) "I believe I am exactly where I need to be, 'Miss'. Do you recognize me?"
Alia smiled gently. She moved very close to Viktor's face, close enough for her breath to warm his skin.
Alia: "No one in this city makes the mistake of not recognizing such sharp features—white hair and blue eyes. However, which item are you here to bid for in this gathering?"
Alia's direct question and her gaze simultaneously attracted and unsettled Viktor. He remembered that this girl was the niece of Ivan Isrovna—known as the future 'Godmother' of the Russian Mafia.
Viktor: (In a cold, cautious voice) "I am looking for something that is not mine. And remember, just like your family, I am responsible for ensuring peace in this city."
Alia laughed aloud. Her laughter was sweet, but beneath it lay a dangerous challenge.
Alia: "Peace? Fine! Let's see tonight—who comes looking for whom... and who gets caught in whose trap."
With that, Alia turned and vanished into the crowd. Viktor stood frozen, with intense attraction in his eyes and the thrill of a new, dangerous game beginning.
(Scene: A Rainy Night in St. Petersburg)
The auction's dangerous encounter was followed by this event a few days later. That night, it was pouring rain in St. Petersburg. The streetlights shimmered on the wet road. In an exclusive alleyway, Alia Isrovna stood alone, holding an umbrella. The signs of waiting were clear in her eyes.
Suddenly, a black SUV stopped quickly. Viktor stepped out, wearing no uniform, just a dark shirt and black trousers. The rain splashed onto his body.
Viktor walked toward Alia, a playful smile on his lips.
Viktor: (In a cold, teasing voice) "Hello, my Godmother. I didn't think you would wait for me in this rain at this hour."
Alia didn't answer and stepped out from under the umbrella. Her smile spread to her eyes. She reached out, held Viktor's wet cheeks, and pinched them gently, as if scolding a naughty boy.
Alia: "It's not good to make me wait, Mr. Officer. Especially when you know what happens when your Godmother gets angry."
Viktor took the umbrella from Alia's hand and held it over his head. Alia's hands were still on his cheeks. Viktor's blue eyes were now filled with deep affection. He then began to speak slowly in Russian—their own secret language:
Viktor: (In Russian, whispering) "Moya printsessa (Моя принцесса)... My princess. And now you are the one being naughty."
He removed her hand and brought his mouth close to her ear, saying in an even softer voice—
Viktor: (In Russian, with deeper emotion) "Moya kroshka-myshka (Моя крошка-мышка)... My little mouse. Shalunishka (Шалунишка), why do you speak such naughty words?"
Alia burst into laughter. That laughter brought a strange warmth amidst the rain and cold. She rested her head on Viktor's shoulder.
Alia: "I am naughty, yes. But why are you here tonight, Viktor? Why did your mafia-hunting Police Officer need to come to this secret address so late? Did you know... my family wants to send me to Bangladesh now?"
The smile vanished instantly from Viktor's face. His blue eyes showed intense caution and concern. Bangladesh? So far from Russia? Why? Alia's sudden question instantly turned their playful moment into deep worry.
Viktor: (Hugging Alia tighter) "Bangladesh? Why? Tell me everything, Alia. This must not be a mere trip."
(Scene: The Lift and the Cuddle)
When Alia said her family wanted to send her to Bangladesh, the smile instantly vanished from Viktor's face. His blue eyes showed intense caution and concern. He held Alia tightly.
Viktor: (With deep worry) "Bangladesh? Why? Tell me everything, Alia. This must not be a mere trip."
Seeing Viktor's serious, worried face, Alia couldn't hold back anymore. The naughtiness in her eyes returned. She looked up at Viktor's face and laughed heartily.
Alia: (Laughing aloud) "Oh! I was just joking, Moya printsessa! I didn't think you'd get so serious!"
Alia couldn't stop laughing. Viktor was initially confused, then his eyes slowly softened with affection again. This girl could turn him into the world's most powerful man one moment, and the most worried the next.
Viktor: (Kissing Alia's forehead gently, with a slightly scolding tone) "Naughty little mouse (kroshka-myshka)! What was the meaning of scaring me so much?"
Alia was still smiling. "You look cuter when you're scared, Mr. Officer!"
A smile formed on Viktor's lips. He didn't delay any longer. It wasn't safe to stand on the side of the road on this rainy night. He grabbed Alia by the waist and lifted her into his arms.
Aliya's eyes widened with surprise and delight.
Alia: "Viktor! What are you doing?"
Viktor: (Laughing, walking toward the car with Alia in his arms) "What am I doing? Taking my naughty princess away from the street. It is my duty to ensure my Godmother doesn't fall sick from the rain."
Alia tightly wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck and rested her head on his shoulder. The rain was still falling outside, but Alia was completely safe and warm in Viktor's arms. Their laughter merged with the sound of the night rain.
When Viktor carried Alia into the limousine, there was no sound except the rain outside. Viktor carefully placed Alia on the seat and sat beside her.
Alia felt the warmth of Viktor's shirt, damp from the rain. Alia leaned her head more deeply onto Viktor's shoulder.
Alia: (In an affectionate, soft voice) "You are very bad, Viktor. You scared me. What if I really had to go to Bangladesh... what then?"
Viktor gently stroked Alia's back. His voice was now full of Russian emotion and deep love.
Viktor: (In Russian, whispering) "Moya gordost (Моя гордость)... My pride. If you had gone, your Mafia Lord would have forgotten all his duties and made a deal with the police of that country, just to catch a glimpse of you."
Alia looked up at Viktor, her honey-colored eyes shimmering with love. She pouted her lips, making a childish demand.
Alia: "But I need a prize, Mr. Officer. For being scared. And for being carried."
Alia gently tugged at a lock of Viktor's white hair with her hand, then leaned her head toward Viktor's chest. She deliberately rubbed her soft cheek against Viktor's damp shirt, seeking affection like a pet cat.
The faint smile returned to Viktor's lips. He understood that Alia's affection was enough to dispel all his anger and worry.
Viktor: (Hugging Alia tighter with his arm) "My little mouse (kroshka-myshka) seems to have learned a lot about getting cuddles lately. Alright, you will certainly get your prize, but only after we reach the mansion."
Their limousine began to move through the rain. Alia found safe haven in Viktor's chest, and Viktor felt that his most valuable possession in this hard life was in his embrace.
(Scene: Arrival at the Mansion)
That rainy night, the limousine drove on and finally stopped at the gate of the huge, luxurious mansion (which Viktor called the 'Ice Palace'). The long, iron gate silently opened.
Viktor still held Alia in his arms. Alia rested her head on his chest, looking outside. Alia's mind was calm now, with no trace of the fear or sadness from before.
Alia: (Whispering) "We have arrived, Mr. Officer."
Viktor: (Kissing her hair) "Yes, my Princess. Welcome to our secret sanctuary."
The car stopped near the main entrance of the mansion. Viktor opened the door and stepped out with Alia still in his arms. The outside cold air touched them, but the warmth of Viktor's body beneath Alia's thin dress offered her protection.
They quickly moved toward the mansion's grand hallway. The interior light made their damp shirts and wet hair glisten.
Alia: (Looking at Viktor, mixed with teasing) "You remember my prize, don't you, Viktor? Your Mafia Lord must keep his word."
Viktor laughed. The warmth inside the hallway reached them. He held Alia tighter by the waist.
Viktor: "I keep all my promises, Alia. Especially when it comes to giving prizes."
They stopped in the middle of the immense hallway. The marble floor, the crystal chandelier—everything seemed ready for this late-night scene.
Viktor gently put Alia down. They stood facing each other. Alia's honey eyes were glowing with deep anticipation, even without the Aurora's light.
(Scene: Hallway Kiss & Ascent)
In the middle of the immense hallway, they stood facing each other. Alia's honey eyes were glowing with intense anticipation, and Viktor's blue eyes reflected that desire. Viktor's face looked more rugged and attractive due to his damp shirt and hair.
Viktor: (Leaning slowly toward Alia, in a deep voice) "You will certainly get your prize, Alia. But to win a prize, a Princess must first surrender to her Mafia Lord."
Alia accepted the challenge. Without a moment of hesitation, she ran her hands through Viktor's damp hair.
Alia: "I have no hesitation, Mr. Officer. You are my only refuge, my only law."
As soon as she said those words, Alia pulled Viktor toward her. This was no gentle kiss; it was a deep, intense, and demanding kiss. The cold of the rain and the warmth of the hallway seemed to blend together on their lips.
After a few seconds, Viktor picked Alia up into his arms. But this time, Alia was neither asleep nor surprised; she was awake and held tightly onto Viktor's shoulder with her arms wrapped around his neck.
Viktor: "No more talking now, Alia. We have all night for conversation."
Viktor began to climb the grand staircase of the hallway with Alia in his arms. Their footsteps echoed on the marble stairs. Alia whispered, resting her head on Viktor's shoulder—
Alia: "I am ready, Viktor."
The enormous crystal chandelier captured their shadow, telling the story of two souls ascending the stairs to become one. Outside, the rain lingered, but the warmth of their love overshadowed everything.
(Scene: Bedroom, Aurora Light)
After climbing the stairs, Viktor brought Alia into their vast bedroom. The room was warm and luxuriously furnished, but its main attraction was the massive glass window through which the night sky was clearly visible. Fortunately, the faint green glow of the Aurora was still visible in the sky, creating a magical atmosphere in the room.
Viktor did not put Alia down on the floor. Instead, he walked toward the window with Alia still in his arms. Their damp shirts and clothing shimmered slightly in the dim Aurora light.
Alia: (Whispering, breathless) "So beautiful..."
Alia was looking at the Aurora, but Viktor was only looking at Alia. He held her face with both hands. His eyes were now steady and firm.
Viktor: (In a deep, hushed voice) "You are more beautiful than the Aurora, Alia. And this waiting... ends now."
Viktor kissed Alia's lips with a long, passionate kiss. This kiss surpassed all previous ones—it was an expression of commitment, possession, and deep love. Alia held onto handfuls of Viktor's white hair with all her strength.
Then, Viktor carried Alia toward the enormous, soft bed in the middle of the room. As they settled onto the bed, Alia's thin dress and Viktor's damp shirt—everything seemed unnecessary in the intense warmth of the moment.
They looked into each other's eyes. Mafia strategies, police duty, secrecy, family—everything was defeated by the warmth of this ice palace. Only two people, their love, and the Aurora's light remained witnesses to their secret world.
Alia: (Spontaneously) "I love you, Viktor."
Viktor: (In Russian, with extreme emotion) "Ya lyublyu tebya (Я люблю тебя)... My Mafia Godmother."
(Scene: Bedroom, The Next Morning)
The next morning, there was no Aurora light in the room, only the bright, clear morning light filtering through the snow-covered window. Alia was asleep next to Viktor in the soft bed. Her long honey-brown hair was spread across the pillow.
Suddenly, a sharp sound woke Alia—Viktor's official satellite phone was ringing.
Alia opened her eyes and saw that Viktor was already awake. He had already pulled the blanket off himself. Alia saw Viktor's white shirt and other clothes placed next to the bed. Alia remembered that just a few hours ago, she had cuddled against that damp shirt.
Viktor picked up the phone.
(Scene: Bedroom, Police Call Ignored)
Victor's blue eyes held intense focus and alertness as he listened intently to his duties on the satellite phone. Alia sat quietly, watching him, their two different worlds seemingly standing face to face.
Suddenly, Alia shifted Victor's focus toward her. She moved with lightning speed. She held the phone with one hand and cupped Victor's cheek with the other.
Alia: (Sweet, but firm voice) "No, Victor. No more duty. At least, not for today."
Victor looked at Alia in surprise. Alia then pressed the 'End Call' button on the phone and gently tossed the satellite phone onto the soft rug beside them.
Then, Alia kissed Victor deeply on the cheek with her hand.
Alia: (With a playful smile, but deep love in her eyes) "To hell with your duty. My Godmother has another plan now."
Alia took Victor's hand, their eyes measuring the depth of each other.
Alia: "Victor, let's go. Tonight there's a fashion show of a Russian model at the city's most famous art gallery. We're going there, and tonight you will be only my Mafia Lord. Let your uniform and duty sleep until tomorrow."
The hard lines on Victor's face slowly melted away. He looked at the phone lying on the floor, then at Alia's bright, honey-colored eyes. At this moment, no duty in the world was more precious than Alia's smile.
Victor: (Sighs and laughs) "My wicked princess. You know how to make me forget my duty."
He gripped Alia's hand tightly and placed a warm kiss on it.
Victor: "Alright. Today is exclusively yours. Let's go, my Alia. Tonight is the reign of your Mafia Godmother."
Journey: Fashion Show
(Scene: Snow Palace Gate, Evening)
As Alia and Victor left the warmth of the ice palace in the afternoon, evening had already descended. The snow-covered landscape was illuminated by artificial lights.
A new model, shiny white, expensive sports car, waited in front of the palace gate. The car, sourced from Alia's private collection, was as eye-catching as it was fast.
As Alia walked towards the car in her dress, Victor's eyes remained fixed on her. Alia was wearing an extremely tight-fitting white dress, its finish so smooth it looked like glossy rubber (or latex). This attire perfectly accentuated her alluring physique.
Victor, on the other hand, was dressed in a black shirt and black pants. His white hair and blue eyes created a striking contrast with the black clothes—he looked incandescent even in the darkness.
Alia turned toward the car and smiled at Victor.
Alia: "What are you looking at, Mister Officer? Is your Godmother attractive enough for the fashion show?"
Victor took a step closer and leaned toward Alia's ear.
Victor: (Deep voice) "I'm wondering if all the city's traffic jams when you walk in that dress. I absolutely don't like anyone else seeing my princess this close."
Alia laughed, a triumphant laugh.
Alia: "Tonight is just for you, Victor. This allure is only yours. But aren't we running late?"
Alia opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. Victor, without hesitation, sat in the passenger seat beside her. The smooth body of the white car glistened in the night light.
Victor: (Buckling his seatbelt) "Let's go then, Alia. With your hand on the steering wheel, and the key to the Russian Mafia's heart in mine—who can stop us tonight?"
The car roared to life, leaving the ice palace behind and speeding toward the St. Petersburg fashion show.
Queen of the Fashion Show
(Scene: Art Gallery Entrance, Red Carpet)
Alia's white sports car stopped in front of the dazzling entrance of St. Petersburg's most famous art gallery. The city's elite society, fashion gurus, and influential figures were present tonight.
As the car door opened, all the surrounding cameras flashed simultaneously.
First, Victor stepped out. His black shirt, white hair, and cool blue eyes—his look was an attractive blend of a Russian officer's severity and aristocracy. But in a moment, all the light shifted to his side.
Next, Alia emerged from the car.
Seeing her white, rubber-smooth, tight-fitting dress and her flawlessly attractive figure, the entire hall seemed to hold its breath. Alia's honey-colored hair shimmered even at night, and her confident stride immediately brought her to the center of everyone's attention.
The crowd and the media seemed unable to believe their eyes. Everyone stared, mouths agape. Their eyes were filled with astonishment and admiration.
Whispers in the crowd:
"Who is she? A new Russian model?"
"I've never seen such an attractive body and face before!"
"She's not just a fashion model, she's like the real Queen of the show!"
Everyone quickly began taking pictures of Alia with their phones and cameras. Their demeanor suggested that not a model, but an unknown celestial goddess had just descended onto the red carpet.
Alia walked through the dazzled gazes and camera flashes with utmost naturalness. On her lips was the same playful smile she'd given Victor that morning: Tonight is her reign.
Victor was right behind Alia. He couldn't hide the smile that involuntarily came to his face. He was proud of his Mafia Godmother's regal presence. He looked at Alia for a moment, as if saying: 'See, I told you that dress would cause all the traffic jams.'
Without looking at Victor, Alia understood what he was thinking. She gently reached out her hand to Victor. Victor took that hand.
Alia: (Whispering) "Let's go, Mister Officer. Let's begin our real game now."
The two of them entered the hall together, where the dazzling lights of the fashion show awaited.
Eyes on the Auction Stage
(Scene: Fashion Show, Front Row)
After Alia and Victor entered the main hall of the fashion show, all eyes turned to them. But they paid no heed and settled at a quiet table in the very front row.
The show began shortly after. Models started walking the runway to the rhythm of intense lights and loud music. Victor's attention was on Alia, but Alia's eyes were on the stage and the crowd in the hall.
Victor adjusted his black shirt's cufflink and leaned towards Alia.
Victor: (Calm voice) "Your silence is frightening me, Alia. Are you really looking at the fashion, or are you searching for something else?"
Alia briefly shifted her gaze from the stage to Victor. Her honey-colored eyes were deep and steady.
Alia: (With a playful smile) "I always do two things at once, Mister Officer. I'm looking at the clothes, and at the same time, I was checking if there was any sign of an old friend of my uncle's (Ivan Isrovna) in this hall."
Hearing Alia's words, Victor smiled slightly, but his alertness increased. This glamorous fashion show could also be a secret meeting place for the Mafia.
Victor: "If there is, then what will you do? You are with me now. Shall I handle your Godmother's work?"
Alia held Victor's hand and lightly tapped the table.
Alia: "No, Victor. Today you are only my Mafia Lord. But keeping my eyes open is an old habit. And in this gathering, I need to see... what's hiding in whose hands."
A model wearing a gorgeous gown was walking the stage. Alia's attention returned to the stage. But the look in her eyes proved that, beneath the glittering facade of this fashion show, she was watching another dangerous game.
The Uninvited Model
(Scene: Fashion Show, Stage Excitement)
The fashion show was in full swing. Models were walking the stage one after another in dazzling outfits. Alia and Victor were watching intently from the front row, but Alia's eyes were watchful.
Suddenly, a young, familiar male model from the side of the stage approached Alia's table. He came up to Alia and said in a soft but enthusiastic tone:
Male Model: "Miss Isrovna! You're here? Your look is the best of the show tonight! The dress is incredible too. Please, come onto the stage! A special outfit show is about to start. If you walk the ramp with us, the whole mood of the show will change!"
Victor raised an eyebrow at the unexpected invitation. But there was no hesitation in Alia's eyes. Instead, a new eagerness and playfulness shone in her gaze. Alia looked at Victor and smiled.
Alia: (Looking at Victor with mischievous eyes) "What, Mister Officer? Will you leave me alone? Get ready to see your Godmother's new role!"
Victor silently nodded his head, as if saying: 'Do whatever you want, but my eyes will be on you.'
Alia stood up. As the fashion show lights hit her white, smooth, tight-fitting dress, a flash of electricity seemed to appear. Without saying a word, she walked directly towards the stage.
Stepping onto the stage, Alia seemed to transform into a completely different person in an instant. Though not a professional model, her presence on the stage was regal.
Alia walked the ramp. Her every step was confident, as if she hadn't come to showcase fashion, but to rule this world.
She then posed at the very end of the stage: Alia arched her body in an attractive posture (body language), held her waist with one hand and stylishly raised the other (hand raised above), and her honey-colored eyes pierced the camera lens, looking directly ahead.
Her pose didn't look like a ramp walk, but a perfect photoshoot. Her demeanor had such an intense attraction that it overshadowed all the other models in the entire show.
Crowd Reaction:
The crowd roared with cheers and applause.
Photographers started taking pictures like crazy.
The show organizers whispered among themselves: "Who is this woman? She's stolen the main attraction of our show!"
Alia finished her pose, stood at the end of the stage, looked at Victor, and threw a flying kiss.
Couple Walk: Mafia Lord and Godmother
(Scene: Fashion Show, Victor's Call to the Stage)
When Alia finished her captivating pose at the end of the stage and threw a flying kiss towards Victor, the entire hall erupted in applause and cheers. Alia smiled, ready to descend from the stage.
Just then, the main organizer of the event, a famous fashion guru, came to the center of the stage with a microphone.
Organizer: (Excited voice) "Unbelievable! The woman who just graced our stage is a marvel of the fashion world! But the theme of this show is 'Power Couple'—strength and love! We know that a powerful man is beside this beautiful woman!"
The organizer looked directly towards Victor's table.
Organizer: (Pointing at Victor on the microphone) "Mister... (He made a gesture to Alia to ask his name). Mister, please join your partner! The finale of this show will be a ramp walk by this dazzling 'Power Couple'!"
A moment of surprise flashed in Victor's blue eyes. He usually attends such gatherings only as part of a secret police operation, and now he was being asked to go onto the stage in public, in front of cameras and the crowd—as a Mafia Lord!
Alia stood at the edge of the stage and reached out her hand to Victor. Her smile was even more mischievous and challenging now. It was as if she was saying, 'I told you, tonight is your night to be the Mafia Lord!'
Victor sat still in his black shirt and black pants look. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. Then, with a cool smile on his lips, he stood up. Forgetting his duty, he decided to play the role of Alia's Mafia Lord only.
Victor walked towards the stage. The crowd welcomed him with his strong, confident stride.
He took Alia's hand. Victor's black attire next to Alia's tight white dress seemed like the perfect combination of 'Ice and Fire'.
The two of them began walking the ramp together. Victor's stern yet stylish walk and Alia's attractive, regal demeanor—together they became the most talked-about couple of the fashion show. The camera flashes seemed to explode.
Organizer: (Shouting) "They are tonight's 'Power Couple'! A perfect blend of strength, beauty, and mystery!"
Alia and Victor stopped at the end of the stage. In their eyes was a deep longing for each other and a silent announcement of their secret relationship to the entire world.
A Secret Gaze
(Scene: Gallery Lounge, After the Stage)
After the ramp walk ended, Alia and Victor descended from the stage. The crowd was still whispering about them. Alia looked quite tired from performing on stage. She quickly avoided the crowd and retreated to a relatively quiet lounge at the back of the hall.
Alia picked up a glass of water from a table there and took a sip. Her white tight dress and sweaty skin made her look somewhat vulnerable at the moment. She looked less like the 'Queen' of the stage and more like someone seeking a little rest from her beloved.
Just then, Alia's eyes fell on the top of a staircase inside the hall.
She saw Victor standing there alone. In his hand was a long black coat, which he had perhaps brought for Alia. Victor was wearing black sunglasses—his gaze hidden at the moment. His white hair, black clothes, and sunglasses—all combined to make him look like an extremely dangerous and mysterious person.
Victor stood there for a moment, watching Alia—seeing her sweat, her vulnerability, her thirst. There was no emotion in his gaze; it was just the look of a vigilant officer, guarding his most precious possession from afar.
Alia realized that Victor was looking at her from his own world, the police world. His silent observation evoked a cold, familiar fear in Alia's heart. Victor still hadn't completely forgotten his 'duty'.
Alia tried to smile, but the smile didn't reach Victor's eyes.
Suddenly, Victor slowly shook his head. He didn't look at Alia again. He descended the stairs but walked towards another door, not the lounge.
Alia: (In her mind) "He saw me. But he is not mine anymore. He has returned to duty."
The glass of water almost fell from Alia's hand. She realized that their love game had taken a temporary break. Victor was the police officer again. Just when Alia was almost certain that Victor was leaving her alone, something happened.
Victor was walking toward the door, but before reaching the end of the lounge, he paused for a second. Without looking directly at Alia, pretending to look somewhere else...
Victor very slowly, drawing Alia's attention, lightly licked his lips.
This small but extremely private gesture was a clear signal to Alia. Victor was watching her and hadn't forgotten their secret moment. Alia's face instantly flushed red, although it was the flush of joyful embarrassment—but her eyes glowed.
Victor still hadn't removed his tongue from his lips, his mouth slightly open. Then he took his left hand out of his coat pocket.
Slowly, Victor used his index and middle fingers to make a mischievous gesture towards Alia. The meaning of this gesture was—'Five minutes. Wait in the car.' or something even more intimate.
Alia clearly understood Victor's secret signal. The momentary frustration in her eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of mischief and excitement. She wasn't alone. Victor hadn't abandoned her, he had only made their game more secret and dangerous.
Alia touched her lips, where the image of Victor licking his lips still vividly flashed. A victorious smile spread across her face.
She quickly placed her glass of water on the table and gently adjusted her white tight dress. Victor's 'Godmother' doesn't like to wait.
Alia: (In her mind) "Alright, Mister Officer. You are my Mafia Lord. I will wait for you. But if you're late, you know what your punishment will be."
She walked toward the exit, through the crowd, opposite the door Victor had indicated—towards their luxurious white car.
Waiting by the Car
(Scene: Outside the Gallery, Beside the White Car)
Alia quickly passed through the hall crowd and emerged from the art gallery. The cold night air touched her white tight dress. Her eyes went straight to the white sports car parked near the gate.
Victor was leaning against the car. His black shirt and black pants look was as sharp as before. He didn't have the black coat or the sunglasses. He was just looking at Alia. There was no longer that coldness in his blue eyes, only deep desire.
When Alia came closer, Victor didn't move. He just kept looking at Alia, as if silently welcoming her arrival.
Alia: (Taking a normal breath, feigning a little anger) "My Mafia Lord kept me waiting. Is this a new rule of your duty, Mister Officer?"
Victor came right up to Alia. He placed his hand near Alia's waist, but didn't touch her. A slight distance between them.
Victor: (Calm, Russian voice) "It wasn't my desire to keep my princess waiting, Alia. But I was finishing a small task of my duty—sending a message to a few people that my relationship with you is now the city's most precious secret."
As he spoke, Victor gently placed his hand on Alia's back and slightly steered her toward the car door.
Victor: "But no talking now, Godmother. Before we begin our story, I think a 'surprise' is waiting for you."
As Alia reached to open the car door, she saw a bouquet of red roses placed on her seat, and beside it, a small black box.
Alia looked at Victor with surprise and joy. A smile returned to her face. Victor then looked into her eyes and gently winked.
Victor: "Let's go, Alia. Now let's return to your reign."
The 30-Minute Secret Pact
(Scene: Inside the White Sports Car)
Alia put the bouquet of red roses aside as soon as she got into the car and quickly picked up the black box. She couldn't wait to see what was inside.
When she opened the box, she saw some artisanal DARK chocolate wrapped in shiny black packaging. Alia was initially happy to see the chocolate, but a small note stuck to the packet made her pause.
The note was written in Victor's Russian script—which Alia translated into English: "It will begin in 30 minutes."
Alia's face instantly flushed red with embarrassment. Even beneath her attractive white dress, the crimson glow of her skin was visible. She understood the meaning of this chocolate and the time limit very well. This was no ordinary gift.
She quickly looked at Victor, her honey-colored eyes wide with surprise and excitement.
Alia: (Whispering, her voice trembling) "Victor! I... I won't do this! I didn't expect this! Is this... Is this a...?"
Alia hesitated with the chocolate in her hand. She couldn't muster the courage to say the rest, just gesturing towards the chocolate.
Alia: (In a questioning manner) "I mean, if I eat this... is it... a preparation?"
Victor leaned towards her. Playfulness and depth were in his blue eyes. He laughed seeing Alia's embarrassed, flushed face, but the laugh was calm and confident.
Victor: (Starting the car's engine, taking the chocolate from Alia's hand) "My Godmother seems to be very shy lately. This is chocolate, Alia. Just regular dark chocolate... with a few subtle ingredients added to make the night even warmer."
He held the chocolate up to Alia's lips.
Victor: "You accepted my challenge, princess. Now you must fulfill this secret pact. 30 minutes. And then..."
Victor didn't finish the rest of the sentence. Alia couldn't resist any longer. She nodded her assent and took the chocolate from Victor's hand, placing it in her mouth. The intense bitterness and sweetness of the chocolate seemed to foreshadow their imminent romantic night.
Alia: (Eating the chocolate, mischief in her eyes) "Alright, Mister Officer. The clock is ticking. Let's see what 'reward' you give me after 30 minutes!"
The sound of laughter mingled with the silence of the St. Petersburg night inside the car. Victor began to drive. Their next destination—solitude and love.
Time's Up
(Scene: Snow Palace Bedroom, Night)
The 30-minute countdown is over.
There are no scenes of getting out of the car, no rush to change clothes. The scene transitions directly to the huge, warm bedroom of the ice palace. The Aurora lights outside are no longer so bright, but the soft light of a gentle lampshade glows in the room.
Alia is sitting in the middle of the bed. Her white tight dress is still on her body, but her eyes are now excited. The dark chocolate has begun to take effect. Her honey-colored eyes are burning with intenseAlia is sitting in the middle of the bed. Her white tight dress is still on her body, but her eyes are now excited. The dark chocolate has begun to take effect. Her honey-colored eyes are burning with intense longing.
Suddenly the door opened. Victor entered the room. That cool, playful smile was on his face. His black shirt looked even more attractive.
Alia: (Excited, hushed voice) "Victor! Your 30 minutes are up! You said... you would give me a reward."
Victor stood still by the door. He didn't say a word, just stared deeply at Alia. There was no trace of duty in his blue eyes now, only the possessive attitude of his Mafia Lord.
Victor slowly began to unbutton his black shirt. The first button, then the second button...
Alia held her breath and watched the scene. The chocolate had heated up her body, and Victor's silent preparation multiplied her excitement.
When Victor's shirt was completely open at his chest, Alia stood up from the bed. There was no shyness in her eyes, only deep anticipation.
Alia: (In anticipation and excitement) "Mister Officer... don't make me wait any longer!"
Victor took off the shirt completely and threw it on the floor. He then took a step towards Alia.
Victor: (In pure Russian, with a husky, deep voice) "Prikhodi ко mne, moya koroleva (Приходи ко мне, моя королева)... Come to me, my Queen. Your reward begins now."
Alia didn't hesitate for a moment. She rushed towards Victor. The coldness of the outside snow and the intense warmth inside—everything merged in their embrace. lA New Morning on Victor's Chest
(Scene: Bedroom, The Next Morning)
It was the next morning. The room was filled with the soft, gentle light streaming through the windows of the ice palace. Alia woke up to a strange warmth. She opened her eyes and saw that she was asleep with her head resting on Victor's chest.
The first thing Alia realized was her body... she was wearing nothing!
Immediately, a fierce blush rushed to her face. She quickly pulled a piece of the sheet to cover herself, but couldn't completely conceal herself.
Alia looked at Victor. Victor was deeply asleep. His rugged white hair was spread on the pillow, and his face held the calm, innocent expression of a child—completely different from the severity of his professional life.
Alia: (In her mind) "Was this man my Mafia Lord last night? With this innocent face! And I... I can't even remember when... when the clothes came off..."
Alia gazed at Victor with a mixture of embarrassment and playfulness. It occurred to her that Victor's deep sleep proved just how intense the night had been.
Suddenly, Alia found an opportunity for mischief. She gently traced patterns on Victor's chest with a finger.
Alia: (Whispering, a smile on her lips) "Mister Officer, you are sleeping so peacefully? And you've left me... left my Godmother in such a state of embarrassment?"
Victor stirred slightly in his sleep. A mysterious smile bloomed at the corner of his lips, as if even in his slumber, he understood Alia's presence and her mischief.
Alia then rested her head on Victor's chest and closed her eyes. At this moment, neither shame nor duty mattered. Only the warm sanctuary of Victor's chest, where she was safe from all the dangers of the world.Side - The Black Coat's Fight
Scene 1: The Unfamiliar Warehouse
Location: A vast, dark warehouse on the outskirts of Moscow. The cold outside is intense.
Time: Deep night. The dust and vapor inside the warehouse look mysterious under the neon lights.
The atmosphere inside the warehouse shook with the sounds of intense fighting. The sounds of metal breaking, rapid footsteps, and muffled groans echoed everywhere.
At the center of the fight was Viktor. He wore a simple black shirt covering his strong, muscular body. Casting a shadow over his shoulders was his trademark black coat (likely a heavy overcoat), which maintained a regal coolness even amid the chaos. The coat flew behind him with his movement, like a black flag.
Viktor was fighting alone against at least eight to ten armed men.
Action Moments:
1st Segment (Intense Fight): Viktor plunged into a group of assassins without hesitation. His fists and kicks were relentlessly fast. When one man hurled a wooden crate at him, Viktor moved swiftly aside and landed a palm strike directly on the man's jaw. The man collapsed to the ground.
2nd Segment (The Black Coat's Power): His black coat made his movements even more mysterious. When he spun, the coat momentarily spread around him, distracting the enemies. As one man tried to attack with a knife from behind, Viktor simply twisted his waist and spun around, the edge of the coat striking the man's face, while simultaneously pressing the muzzle of his revolver against the man's forehead.
3rd Segment (Final Blow): Four men attempted to surround him simultaneously. There was no fear in Viktor's eyes—only a cold, controlled rage. He looked at them and laughed loudly. His laugh was his final weapon. He lunged forward with lightning speed, targeting their legs and waist in a way that caused them to crash into each other and fall.
Viktor finished his fight. His black shirt was slightly torn, but he was untouched by blood. Under the neon light on the warehouse floor lay only the lifeless bodies of his enemies.
Viktor took a slow breath. His blue eyes were still radiating heat.
Scene 2: The Second Wave and Alia's Arrival
Location: Outside the warehouse, near an icy road and trash heap.
Time: Intense cold.
Viktor pushed open the heavy warehouse door and stepped outside. His black shirt was slightly torn. Waiting for him outside were another 15 men.
Viktor adjusted his black coat with a slight shake. A cold smile played on his blue eyes—ready for the next level of his game.
Viktor: (In a low, calm voice) "You don't know, I speak six languages. And six types of... fight."
Viktor employed his six specialized fight styles one by one: The Rapid Disarm, The Slow Slaughter, The Beast's Raging, The Dancing Death, The Mafia Lord's Control, and The Spring Steel. He brutally and efficiently dispatched every opponent.
Viktor straightened his coat. On the road outside the warehouse, there were only the lifeless bodies of his enemies and the silence of his victory.
Victory Smile and Embrace:
Just then, a flash appeared from the dark corner of the road. Alia!
Alia stepped out of a gray limousine. She wore a pristine, expensive black coat. Her honey-colored eyes held no fear—only deep fascination.
Alia kept smiling. Her smile was cold like Russian ice, but warm only for Viktor.
Alia: (In a calm, teasing voice) "Six types of fight? Excellent! Did you know, I didn't like the fourth step—the 'dance' part. A Mafia Lord's fight should always be raw."
Viktor quickly advanced toward Alia and clutched her tightly in his arms.
Alia: (Whispering) "You're bleeding."
Viktor: (Whispering into Alia's ear) "Only for you, my Queen. Now, your number three job needs to calm me down."
They remained locked in the embrace on that dark, cold road.
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Scene 3: Alia's Reign and The Psychopathic Smile
Location: The Crystal Black, Moscow's most luxurious 'after-hours' club.
Time: An hour after the fight.
Alia's appearance was that of a Mafia God-mother. She wore a stunning red dress. She sat on a high seat, gently rotating a thin, silver and red cane (her new symbol of power).
Alia addressed the sole surviving member of the defeated group.
Alia: (Voice soft, but sharp as steel) "You attacked my Lord. I am the Queen of this city. And the rule of my Queendom is simple: Attacking my Lord means... attacking me."
Alia: "Tell your leader—Viktor might forgive him, but I, Queen Alia, do not forgive."
As the trembling man left, Alia tilted her head slightly. The victorious smile returned, but this time it seemed Psycho-like.
Alia (Soliloquy): "Isn't it okay to smile a little for the people lying dead, my Lord?"
Viktor entered. He saw the blood and the cold finality in the room. He also noticed the three accessories that were Alia's secret weapons: The Sword Hairpin, The Dagger Heels, and The Red Umbrella Sword.
Viktor: (Kissing Alia's hand) "Your smile is even more... bloodthirsty, my Queen. I realize you used your new 'accessories' in my absence."
Alia (Maintaining her Psycho Smile): "I was just maintaining a little cleanliness, my Lord. My 'Queendom' has no room for weakness."
Viktor pulled Alia onto his lap. His embrace softened her terrifying smile.
Viktor: "Then will our Queen now end this bloody game with her Lord?"
Alia: "Only if you can calm me down."
Scene 4: The Blood-Soaked Silk
Location: The private 'back-room' adjacent to the club.
Time: Moments after the embrace.
Alia suddenly went silent, slipping away from Viktor's lap. She slowly walked into the adjacent room.
The inner room was draped in white silk and soft light. The scene was intensely dramatic.
Alia was seen suspended in a sling-like white silk fabric. Her body was still wrapped in the red dress, but the dress was torn in several places. Her long honey-brown hair lay scattered on the floor. The white marble floor was stained with blood.
Blood Traces: Blood from the ground was evident on Alia's hands, suggesting she was injured while fighting or falling. Her eyes were closed, her face showing extreme exhaustion.
Viktor: (Voice trembling) "Alia! What are you doing?"
Alia whispered without opening her eyes: "I didn't use any of your six fight styles, my Lord. I was just the Queen. And Queens build their kingdom with blood."
Viktor quickly advanced and knelt beside Alia. He gently took her hand.
Viktor: "Not my blood, Alia. Your blood... it hurts me."
Alia opened her eyes. Her gaze was deep.
Alia: "If I have to shed blood for you, I will. But no one in my kingdom will ever raise a hand against you again."
Viktor gently lifted Alia's head from the silk sling and pressed it against his chest.
Viktor: "My strength is not in your blood, Queen. My strength is in your smile." Scene: The Fury of the Snowfall
Setting: A deserted, snow-covered city in Russia.
Time: A fiercely cold afternoon.
The scene is quiet yet menacing. Alia stands amidst the snow and blizzard. She is dressed in a luxurious white fur coat. Her gaze is fixed on Victor. The old Russian buildings behind her seem to watch this cold war.
Victor (in a trench coat with glasses and a brown fur collar) stands before Alia, his eyes holding that cold, blue gaze.
Alia: (Firmly, in a challenging tone) "You doubt my strength, Lord. I will show you just how sturdy the foundation of your kingdom is."
Victor: (Calmly, suppressing a smile) "I do not doubt, Queen. I only wish to confirm whether the most precious asset of my empire still retains its power."
Alia instantly throws off her white fur coat. At that moment, Alia becomes enraged. A dangerous fire burns in her eyes. This scene signals the beginning of a final Fight between them.
2.0 Scene: The Final Battle and the Mystery of Blood
Their intense fight begins in the snowfall. Alia (in a martial arts stance) and Victor (in a boxing style) charge towards each other. Their fight is evenly matched—Agent versus Mafia. Their fierce aggression symbolizes a test of love and power between them.
The fight lasts a long time. They finish the fight, both panting heavily.
Victor approaches Alia. At that moment, he freezes in terror. Red blood stains Alia's attire! This blood is not her own, but it is clearly visible on her white coat and dress.
Victor: (In an alarmed voice) "Victor, what is this! Alia! This blood! You are not wounded. Whose blood is this?"
Alia smiles. That old, mysterious smile.
Alia: (In a deep, hushed tone) "Do you remember that day?"
Silent Terror (Beginning)
Alia sits on the floor (perhaps in a silent corner of that burnt-down Mafia Lord's mansion). Her eyes are yellow, wide with fear. A red background highlights her inner fear and the external danger. She is waiting for Victor.
Voice-Over (Alia): "I knew he was coming. That smile... the one that stole my breath."
2. Psychotic Smile and Pursuit
(Or similar panel)
Victor (as a teenager or young man, but with the same psychotic look) stares at Alia. A blue light shines in his eyes. He looks at Alia, but there is no love in his gaze, only a desire for possession.
Victor: (In a cold voice) "Where will you run? You are mine."
Alia leaps up and runs. A reddish hue in the background and a symbolic, fast-moving moon (or ball of light) highlight her desperate escape attempt.
Victor chases her. The determined look of a predator in his eyes. Red and black colors create a visual of their intense, dangerous pursuit.
3. The Fall of Power and the Witness
During the run, a Russian police high-ranking officer's cap is glimpsed in one panel—it witnesses the arrival or accident of power. It suggests that their lives are controlled by some powerful figure from the outside, possibly Victor's family.
Voice-Over (Victor): "My father said weakness is not becoming of a Mafia Lord. Today, all traces of weakness will be erased."
Immediately after this, the scene shifts. A cane with a snake's head and a ring with a skull are shown on a hand—this is the symbol of the Snake Mafia Lord. This cane perhaps lies on the ground now.
Then, in a huge panel, that massive mansion is seen blazing fiercely. Fire and smoke cover the sky. The Mafia Lord's power, his home, and all the memories of childhood are simultaneously burning to ashes.
4. Captive and Promise (Conclusion - Part 1)
Amidst the fire and smoke, Victor catches Alia.
Victor: (Emotionless but firm) "Nowhere else to go. You will stay with me."
Alia: (With tearful eyes) "Let me go... Please! I don't want to be here anymore."
Victor (as an older man but retaining memories) grabs Alia's chin and pulls her close. This scene shows that the childhood emotion has now grown into a distorted sense of possession.
Victor: "Don't scream. Let this fire be the witness—you are only mine."
In the final shot, Alia is seen chained in a luxurious but dark room. She sits with her head bowed helplessly. The sound of every chain announces her captivity.
Voice-Over (Alia): "That day I lost my freedom. And that day I realized this psychotic 'love' would chase me for the rest of my life."
A luxurious, yet dark room. The chains are scattered around Alia on the floor. Victor (with long white hair and a white outfit—highlighting his cold, controlling personality) approaches Alia. He still sees Alia as his weak, captured prey.
Victor: "You shouldn't object to the sound of chains, Alia. This sound is your security, and it is the symbol of my right."
2. Victor's Smile
Victor leans down and looks at Alia. That same victorious smile is in his eyes. He wants to see Alia completely under his control.
Victor: "Laughter or tears. I like both. Now tell me—what is your existence without me?"
3. Expected Reaction and Unexpected Twist
Alia raises her head and looks at him. Victor waits, perhaps expecting her to break down in tears, beg for freedom, or remain silent in old fear. But Alia does neither.
Alia lifts her head. A golden, manic light burns in her eyes (as seen in her previous images). A cold, distorted, and psychotic smile spreads across her lips. That smile is as terrifying as Victor's childhood smile, but this time it carries the fire of revenge.
Alia: (In a calm, yet hissing voice) "My existence? (Takes a deep breath) The chains... the chains are not just on my hands, Victor. Do you think you were the only one held captive for all these years? You imprisoned yourself too—in a cage of sick desire."
4. Victor's Astonishment
(Imagine this panel showing Victor slightly surprised or stunned, his blue eyes slightly wide)
Victor is momentarily surprised by Alia's smile and words. He did not expect this reaction. His eyes reveal that even though his prey is in his hands, she is no longer just a 'prey'.
Victor: (Slightly surprised inside, but forcing a smile) "Ah, rebellion? I love rebellion. But you forget, Alia, your strength is limited."
At this, a terrible power surges through Victor's body, and purple lightning flashes against the red background. He shows his true, terrifying Mafia Lord form.
5. Liberation and Power (Climax)
Alia smiles now. But this time, her smile is one of victory. Mysterious power emanates from within her black outfit. Her hair flows in the wind, surrounded by purple flames of energy. She is rising without the chains.
Alia: "Limit? I have broken the chains, Victor. You only imprisoned my body. Not the power within me."
The astonished Victor quickly moves and grabs Alia in his arms—perhaps to stop her, or maybe as a last attempt to claim her as his own. But Alia's eyes are no longer filled with terror; they shine with terrifying power.
Victor: (Shouting) "No! You are mine! I won't let you escape!"
Alia: (Looking at him and whispering) "Too late."
The Arrival of the King (Victor)
The initial astonishment on Victor's face at Alia's manic smile and liberation quickly turns into cold, regal arrogance. A royal red cape is now added over his simple white attire, its golden embroidery highlighting the Mafia Lord's ultimate authority. His long white hair and cold eyes give him the appearance of an indomitable, god-like ruler.
Victor: (Touching the edge of the cape) "Power? You broke the chains. But you forgot, Alia, whose hands truly control the chains of this world."
Beyond the red cape, Victor delves one step deeper—the source of the power within the Mafia Lord is revealed. His eyes glow with blue light, and a terrifying energy bursts forth from his black clothing.
Victor: "I didn't keep you captive, Alia. I protected you. This power... it is destructive. I need you by my side."
2. The Queen's Ascent (Alia)
Victor's threat evokes no fear in Alia's eyes. Instead, the psychotic smile on her face becomes even more resolute. She is no longer that captive girl.
Alia rises now with her full power. Her black attire symbolizes her release from the shadow of the Mafia Lord. Purple flames protect her.
Alia: "Protection? You called my name, Victor. And every time you called it, you awakened the sleeping power within me."
The next moment, all traces of the black outfit vanish. Alia now stands in a pure white military uniform, symbolizing her newly acquired status and power. She has golden shoulder pads and a drawn sword in her hand—the tip of the sword held at the center of her eyes, signifying her firm resolve.
Alia: "You were the Mafia Lord. And me? I am the death warrant for that Lord. The fire that burned your house gave birth to me."
3. The Confrontation of Two Powers
[A dual panel, Victor on the left and Alia on the right]
The two now stand face to face.
Victor (Right): Royal red cape, white hair, ultimate power in blue eyes.
Alia (Left): Pure white military attire, golden hair, terrifying resolve in golden eyes.
Their powers rush toward each other, and the entire room seems to shake from the clash of light and dark energy.
Victor: (Angrily) "Have you come to destroy my throne? Then your end will be far more terrifying than that fire of your childhood, Alia."
Alia: (Creating light on the tip of her sword) "Come, Victor. Show me—whose power is greater: your love or my freedom!"Setting: A luxurious ballroom (as seen in the images), where only Alia and Victor stand. The bodies of their enemies lie on the floor.
Time: Immediately after the intense battle.
Victor (with long white hair and the red fur-collared coat) and Alia (in the red gown and white gloves, holding a cigarette) stand with pistols in their hands or holstered. A cold, victorious silence hangs between them. Alia's thigh holster is visible through the slit in her gown. Blood stains the marble floor.
Victor: (In a calm yet profound voice, looking at Alia)
"The blood of memory... You sought to show me that my foundation wasn't weak, but that the fire of childhood only strengthened me. But... that blood isn't mine. Whose blood did you bring with you, Alia?"
Alia: (A slow, mysterious smile. She takes a drag from her cigarette and exhales smoke.)
"The one you thought was 'prey' is now the predator. That blood was the symbol of the power I liberated within, Victor. It belongs to those... who secretly plotted to strike at your empire."
(Alia gestures with the barrel of her pistol toward one of the figures on the floor.)
Victor: (Stepping closer to Alia, his eyes holding that familiar, possessive blue light)
"You've proven it, Queen. You are still that most valuable asset. But you forget, your freedom and my possessiveness are but two sides of the same coin."
(Victor looks at the exposed skin of Alia's back and the choker around her neck. This gesture reveals the conflict between his old passion and his acceptance of Alia's current power.)
Alia: (Turning her head slightly to meet his gaze with that twisted, psychotic smile—the symbol of childhood revenge)
"Your possessiveness, Victor? The same as that day? You wanted to chain me, and I wanted to free you. After this battle, only two paths remain for you: either stand by my side—as a partner, not a captor—or step aside as my enemy."
Victor: (Placing his pistol aside and gently holding Alia's chin, pulling her slightly towards him)
"I don't know how to grant you freedom, Alia. I only know I want to keep you mine. You are my power. And I am your chain. Power is unmanageable without chains."
Alia: (Whispering as she looks into his eyes)
"There is only one condition, Lord: from now on, the game will be played by my rules. You may sit on the throne, but the power rests in my hands. This room, this blood, this war—it is all my marriage proposal to you."
(They both lower their pistols. Their eyes simultaneously express intense passion, vengeance, and terrifying power. Victor's gun is cool, and Alia's eyes hold the fire.)
Victor: (Taking a deep breath, with a resolute smile)
"Welcome, Queen. Let the new game begin."Scene: Waiting and Testing
Setting: Victor's Palace. A luxurious lounge adjacent to Alia and Victor's bedroom.
Time: Deep night. The children are asleep.
Alia (Brown hair, yellow eyes), (Image of Alia looking back on a bed, blushing in white fabric, suggesting a night scene), is sitting on the edge of the bed in a white, backless gown. This dress reveals the formidable beauty of the agent she once was, even after becoming a mother.
Alia (To herself):
"Four children, an empire, and a Mafia Lord—everything is within my grasp. But there is still that challenge in your eyes, Victor. You think the fire in me has diminished under the weight of responsibility."
The door opens slightly. Victor (White hair, blue eyes), (Image of Victor in a white shirt, sitting on a luxurious chair), enters in a white shirt and black trousers. His expression is calm, but the blue light in his eyes holds a question: 'Am I still yours?'
Victor: (In a calm yet deep voice)
"Mother of four, and you still dress like that rebellious soul. Do you remember why I married you, Queen? Because your rebellion is my strength."
Alia: (In a firm voice, slowly turning)
"Why do I still love you, Lord? Because your possessiveness is the inspiration for me to break limits. Why are you here? Your test is not over yet."
Scene Possession and Confession
Victor steps forward without a word and stands before Alia. In his eyes is that old, intense sense of possession.
Victor: (Whispering over Alia's shoulder)
"They say children weaken a Queen, Alia. They say responsibility domesticates her. I want to see—if the most precious asset of my empire still holds its fire, or if she has become placid as the mother of my four heirs."
Alia turns around. Her eyes blaze with golden light. She smiles looking into Victor's face.
Alia: (Grabbing the collar of Victor's white shirt and pulling him close, in a hissed voice)
"I am not placid, Victor. I am far more dangerous now. Because now I fight not just for myself, but for my children too. Your weakness was the fear of me leaving. And now my weakness is—your excessive control."
Victor grips her chin and pulls Alia closer. (Image of Victor's hand gesture and muscular chest), his calm demeanor giving way to intense emotion.
Victor: (In a deep, hard voice)
"Your control? Over me? I love you because you don't let me control you. You are my Queen, my agent, and the mother of my four children. But in this room—you are still my property."
Scene Forbidden Night and Promise
Victor lifts Alia into his arms, but Alia does not surrender this time either. She tries to assert control by gripping a handful of Victor's long white hair.
Alia: (Whispering, her lips near Victor's ear)
"Property? If I am property, then tonight, I set the terms for using that property. You will not cage me anymore. I am free. And tonight—I will reward you with my freedom."
Victor gives a resolute smile. He understands that Alia has not yielded her defiance. This is the foundation of their marriage—a battle for equal power.
Victor: (His arms firming)
"Then prove it, Queen. Prove that even after bearing four children, your psychotic courage hasn't waned."
(They move towards the bed. The light dims. Silence outside, and within, an ultimate passion and power play.)
Voice-over (Alia):
"We did not fight for love. We fought over who could control whom more. And that night was the most dangerous and forbidden contract of our marriage."
Scene: Silence and Recomposure
(Time: Approximately 30 minutes later)
A deep silence settles in the room after the union concludes. Alia slowly gathers herself. She carefully adjusts the white backless dress, which was the symbol of the night's challenge. Her face no longer bears the psychotic smile or anger, but rather a deep satisfaction and tranquility.
Victor watches her. The 'hunter' look is gone from his eyes; instead, there is a kind of admission. He knows that the possession of this night was temporary, but Alia's fire remains intact.
Victor: (In a deep, subdued voice)
"Alia."
Alia does not respond, her gaze fixed on the darkness outside the window. She knows this call is not just her name; it is the symbol of her husband and Lord's ultimate vulnerability.
Scene : Invitation to Rest
Victor reaches his hand out to Alia.
Victor: (With a gesture of his fingers)
"Come. To me."
Alia looks at him. Then she walks over slowly. Victor pulls her up. He lifts Alia into his arms and gently sets her down on a large, comfortable sofa (or chair, as seen in Victor's picture) placed in the corner of the room. Alia leans back on the plush cushions tiredly.
Scene The Final Bond
Both their eyes are closed now. Alia closes hers in exhaustion and fulfillment, while Victor closes his, feeling that deep emotion that pierces through the Mafia Lord's coldness.
Victor now leans toward Alia. Without a word, he places a long, soft kiss on Alia's lips. This kiss is not the 'seal of power' given the previous night; it is a 'confession of deep love.'
(The kiss ends. Victor sits down resting his head next to Alia. The light of dawn prepares to break outside. The silence around them seems to confirm this truth—they are no longer just a Lord and Queen, but each other's ultimate weakness and final strength.)
Voice-over (Alia):
"At the end of every battle, he reminds me—it is not the throne or power, but this silent moment between us that forms the true foundation of our empire."Scene I: The Balcony Dawn and the Queen's Scars
Location: Alia's lavish bedroom balcony. Time: Dawn is breaking. A light, cold breeze blows.
After the intensely emotional moment with Viktor, Alia slowly rose from the sofa. Her white, backless dress clung to her body. She did not touch the dress, as if this very attire was the symbol of all her wars, all her contracts, and all her freedom.
Alia moved towards the huge glass door and stepped onto the balcony. Her long hair, cascading past her waist, gently flew in the breeze. She stood by the railing, her golden eyes fixed on the distant, faint red light of the horizon. Looking at that light, Alia remembered the fire of her childhood—the fire that burned her old life and brought her to Viktor.
Inside, Mariya (Alia's personal maid but her most trusted friend) entered silently. She quickly tidied the room. Mariya knew that after such nights, Alia was usually mentally disturbed.
Mariya: (Very carefully, not looking at Alia) "Ma'am, should I make you coffee? Do you have a headache?"
Alia: (Looking at the sky, in a very low voice) "No, Mariya. I'm fine. I just feel... that this free sky is still forbidden to me."
Mariya finished tidying and slowly stood beside Alia. She gently touched Alia's hand. Mariya knew where Alia's pain lay. Having been by Alia's side for many years, she understood the difference between Viktor's 'love' and his 'dominance.'
Mariya: (Fearfully, but with firm sympathy) "Ma'am, if you permit... may I say something?"
Alia closed her eyes. She remained silent, which was silent consent for Mariya.
Mariya: (Slowly, measuring every word) "I know... before your wedding, when Viktor Sir first met you... he kidnapped you. When he showed his true colours... he held you by force..."
Alia's body trembled upon hearing Mariya's last words. Those old memories, which she had hidden behind her power, came rushing back today. This memory was weakness, humiliation, and simultaneously the fuel for the fire inside her.
Alia quickly turned towards Mariya. Her golden eyes shimmered with tears . That old panic seemed to have returned to her eyes.
Alia: (Voice trembling, raising a hand to stop Mariya) "Stop... Stop it, Mariya! Not another word."
Alia rapidly moved towards Mariya and embraced her with both hands. She buried her face in Mariya's shoulder and began to cry silently. She couldn't cry, because she was the Queen. But in front of Mariya, her 'Queen' mask fell away.
Alia: (Whispering into Mariya's chest) "Please... don't ever say this again. No one must know... this memory kills me... it makes me weak."
Mariya held Alia tight. Mariya knew that even though Viktor had set Alia free, his power and possessiveness had never released Alia from the captivity of her past. Behind this royal palace, Alia was still the Queen of that terrible Mafia Lord. Mariya held Alia tightly. Alia's trembling intensified. All the pain, suffering, and the terror of that day, hidden beneath her luxurious white dress, seemed to pour out as tears.
Alia: (Sobbing, muffled into Mariya's shoulder) "Shush... Be quiet... Mariya... No one must know... Please..."
Mariya slowly led her to the sofa and sat her down. Alia still hadn't wiped her eyes. Tears were rolling down her face and onto Mariya's hand.
Mariya: (Holding Alia's hand, tears in her eyes) "Ma'am... You can trust me. I know everything. I am by your side. Please, let it out. Tell me... what happened that day?"
Alia shook her head. She couldn't speak. Uttering those words felt like reliving the pain of that day. But Mariya's genuine sympathy gave her courage.
Alia (Soliloquy): "This truth... is the biggest weakness of my power. This Lord... he forcibly took my body. He didn't buy me, he stole me."
Alia looked up at Mariya. Her golden eyes were now red-rimmed. The terror of that day returned to her face. Alia spoke the words slowly, holding her breath.
Alia: (Trembling voice, every word like a stone) "Mariya... he... he didn't just take me away. When I stood against his empire... when I rebelled..."
Alia paused for a moment. She was struggling to breathe. Mariya waited.
Alia: (In a broken voice) "...he forced me... he raped me."
After uttering the words, Alia became still. It was as if her soul had left her body. Alia revealed the ultimate truth—behind Viktor's 'love' and 'dominance' was brutal violence. The savagery of that day still haunted Alia.
Mariya's eyes widened instantly. She was unaware of the full intensity of the event.
Mariya: (Whispering, covering her mouth with her hand) "Oh... Ma'am..."
Alia gripped Mariya's hand. That fierce, cold gaze returned to her eyes. The tears vanished, but in their place, a terrible resolve was born.
Alia: (The 'Queen's' voice returned, cold and hissing) "But... listen, Mariya. No one must ever know this. Especially Viktor. He thinks that by conquering my body, he broke me. He doesn't know... that moment gave me a new birth."
Alia stood up from the sofa. There was no panic in her eyes now, only the fire of ultimate vengeance.
Alia: "I am not that weak Alia. I fought this Lord, I married him, I gave him four children. Because I wanted to defeat him by his own rules. I am not his property... I am his death warrant."
Alia's voice was cold, filled with savage resolve. As she declared herself the 'death warrant,' Mariya struggled with the emotional storm emanating from her eyes. Mariya held Alia's hand.
Mariya: (Holding Alia's hand, trying to give her warmth) "Ma'am... there is no forgiveness for what you said. I know... how much you are suffering."
Mariya did not look away from Alia's eyes. She slowly shook her head.
Mariya: (Calm but firm voice) "But... I think Viktor Sir... he is a different man now."
Alia flinched as if struck by lightning. Her eyes flashed with disbelief and anger.
Alia: (Hissing with fury) "What are you saying, Mariya? A different man? The one who forcibly took me, who made me the 'property' of this empire—he is a different man?"
Mariya: (Taking a deep breath, with a compassionate look) "I know, Ma'am. I know everything. But this man, who is the father of my four little babies, who stays awake all night when you are sick, who helps the weak outside his empire... I realized, he is a good man."
Mariya looked firmly into Alia's eyes.
Mariya: "Even so, I know you don't know."
Alia was stunned. What exactly did Mariya mean? Was Mariya suggesting that a deep duality of good and evil existed within Viktor? Alia's mind quickly began to analyze all the past events: Viktor's intense passion, his donations to the church, his affection for the children, and a momentary vulnerability after demonstrating his power outside.
Alia (Soliloquy): "No! I cannot trust him. He shows this good side to control me. It's his strategy. He is a psychotic Lord... But, is Mariya wrong? Why would she try to prove her husband is good? Is there another reason behind this??"
Alia: (Her voice catching) "What have you seen, Mariya? What have you seen that I haven't? This good man forced me... you know that, and you call him good?"
Mariya: (Clenching Alia's hand tighter, showing sincerity) "I have seen the man who is afraid. I have seen the Lord who is more afraid of you than he is angry. He is afraid of you because you are his only weakness. Ma'am, when someone tries to control someone else, it means he is afraid of losing them. Even if he isn't good, he deeply... wants you in a different way."
Mariya's words shook Alia's resolve slightly. A new conflict arose in her mind. Viktor's 'good man' persona made her path to revenge more complicated. If there truly was a change in Viktor, should she still take revenge? Or should she use this duality to protect herself and her children?
Alia: (Slowly getting up from the sofa, her eyes once again towards the horizon) "I don't know, Mariya. I only know that he can no longer rule me. He is my husband, but he is also my enemy."
Alia then turned to Mariya. Her face was cold, her eyes filled with the fire of a new resolve.
Alia: "Leave now. And never bring up these things again. What I know is enough. Now I must think about my next move."
Mariya bowed her head and left the room. Alia remained alone. The Queen, wife, mother, and avenger—with these four identities, she awaited the new day of her empire. Mariya bowed her head and quickly left Alia's room. She walked towards her own room. In her mind was a new complexity regarding Alia's deep suffering and Viktor's duality. She knew her place in this royal palace, and protecting Queen Alia was her only job.
Alia was alone on the balcony. The light of dawn was clearer, but the darkness within Alia had not lifted. The seed Mariya had sown—the 'good man' within Viktor—began to sow doubt in the soil of Alia's revenge.
Alia remained silent. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, but her mind kept repeating Mariya's words: "I know he is a good man... Even so, I know you don't know."
Alia gently raised her hand. She reached toward her left shoulder. Then she slowly moved her thick hair, which cascaded past her waist, away.
She looked in the mirror—a dark red bite mark , clearly visible near the edge of her white dress, on her neck. It was not just a sign of Viktor's extreme passion; it was a savage seal of his possessiveness over his property.
Alia touched the mark with her finger. Instead of feeling pain, she felt an intense sensation. This mark seemed to remind her that no matter what Mariya said about Viktor changing, he was still the possessive Lord. And Alia was the proof of his power.
Alia (Soliloquy): "This mark... is the evidence of my past humiliation. You hurt me, Viktor. You possessed me. But this mark reminds me—I am no longer the prey. I am the Queen of your empire with this mark. This mark is the final signature of my death warrant."
That old, cold resolve returned to Alia's eyes. She no longer wanted to think about Viktor's good side or bad side. She just wanted to find her path to freedom. Alia slowly stepped back from the balcony. She did not change her dress. She knew she had to start the day in this outfit—to prove herself in front of her four children and the empire.
She stood directly in front of the mirror. The bite mark was hidden beneath her hair. Though the Queen's crown was not visible to the eye, that invisible crown seemed to have returned to her head.
Alia: (Whispering, as a promise to herself) "Viktor... you may be trying to be a good man. But I am not the girl trapped in your hands. This bite mark of yours is proof—your and my relationship is still about power, not love. And in this game of power, I will win in the end."
She left the bedroom with a serious expression. Location: A private airfield far from Viktor's mansion. Time: Dawn the next day. A cold, foggy morning.
Alia left the mansion before dawn. She hadn't informed anyone. She only sent a brief note to Mariya: "Take care of the four children. I will return."
She was no longer in that luxurious white dress. She was dressed in a black military jacket, black pants, and boots. Her face was covered in impeccable makeup, ensuring that no trace of the underlying pain was visible. Her favourite small pistol was holstered at her waist. She was no longer the Queen; she was Agent Alia.
A military-style private jet was ready. Alia knew that Viktor's eyes were everywhere, so she had arranged this trip using her own old network.
Alia (Soliloquy): "Minsk... the place where Viktor first demonstrated his power. There must be some clue there that can shake the foundation of his empire. Mariya said he's a 'good man'. I want to see how deep the darkness of that good man's past is."
Alia quickly climbed the stairs into the jet. Location: A small, deserted airstrip in Minsk, Belarus. Time: Nearing noon.
The plane landed in Minsk. The weather was as cold as Russia, but a different fire burned inside Alia. An old agent friend was waiting for Alia at the airstrip—named Sergei, who knew Alia only as 'Agent Alia,' not 'Mafia Queen.'
As Alia stepped out of the jet, Sergei led her towards a worn, but powerful black jeep.
Sergei: (In Russian, briefly) "Welcome, Alia. I don't need to know why you've come. Just tell me, what do you need?"
Alia: (Her golden eyes scanned the surroundings, answering in a cold voice in English) "Viktor's old lair, Sergei. 'Crimson Chase.' It was some old military base in Belarus. All the sins of his childhood are hidden there. I want his 'real file'."
Sergei was startled. The name 'Crimson Chase' was a forbidden word in the Mafia Lord's empire.
Sergei: "Alia, you don't know... that is not his weakness. That is the symbol of his protection. If you go there... Viktor..."
Alia: (Did not let him finish, with a fierce look) "I know what he is. I am his wife, Sergei. I am the mother of his four children. Now show me the way. I don't want any danger, I only want the truth."
Sergei asked no more questions. He started the jeep. Alia rolled down the jeep's window glass. Minsk's old, grey buildings were quickly receding behind them. Alia felt—this journey was not just a mission for her; it was her last attempt at liberation from her own captivity.
She mentally felt the bite mark on her neck.
Alia (Soliloquy): "Mariya said he is a good man. Seeing Viktor's 'real file' will reveal—what made him good. Did he change out of remorse, or did he just calm down out of fear of losing me?"
The jeep entered the dense snow fields outside the city. Ahead was only darkness and the silhouette of the old, abandoned military base.
Destination: Crimson Chase. Where Viktor's real sin lies hidden. Location: Returning to the Outskirts of Minsk. The abandoned military base 'Crimson Chase.'
Time: Noon.
Scene I: Descent from the Jeep
The jeep finally stopped in front of the gate of a worn, abandoned military base on the edge of the snow. The signposts were almost broken, and there was only piled-up snow all around. The place looked like both nature and time had swallowed it up.
Sergei turned off the engine.
Sergei: (Frightened voice, whispering) "We've arrived, Alia. This is Crimson Chase. I will wait outside. You have no more than ten minutes. I cannot enter this place."
Alia did not reply. She opened the door with her hand and stepped onto the cold wind and snow. She stood straight. Her golden eyes scanned every corner of the place. She was no longer the Queen. She was a nerve-hardened agent.
Alia (Soliloquy): "This air... this cold... this memory... it all belongs to Viktor. This ground has seen his first blood. He was made here. And I have come to break that foundation."
Scene II: The Command in Russian
Sergei had spoken his words in English. But when Alia turned around, her voice was the harsh and sharp tone of Russian.
Alia: (In sharp Russian) "Sergei. There is no one beyond these gates. The news that you are here must not be known even by your shadow." (Russian: Сергей. За пределами этих ворот никого нет. Твое присутствие здесь должно быть тайной даже для твоей тени.)
Sergei was startled. Hearing Alia's flawless pronunciation of her mother tongue after so many years, he was certain—whatever the Queen may be, this woman was still perfect in her work.
Sergei: (Answering quickly in Russian) "I know, Alia. My loyalty was to you, not to Viktor's empire. Your orders will be followed." (Russian: Я знаю, Алия. Моя верность была тебе, а не его империи. Твои приказы будут выполнены.)
Alia: (Pulling out a lock-picking tool from her military jacket pocket. Coldly) "Good. Not ten minutes. I will stay as long as necessary. I set the time limit for this mission. You will wait." (Russian: Хорошо. Не десять минут. Я останусь столько, сколько потребуется. Я устанавливаю сроки. Ты будешь ждать.)
Scene III: Journey to the Interior
As soon as she finished speaking, Alia walked towards the gate. She relied on her agent training. The gate's lock was an old model, mere seconds' play for Alia's hands.
A light click sounded. The gate opened. Inside was solid darkness and the smell of rotten snow. Alia paused for a moment. This place was not just Viktor's past; it was the secret room of her own past. Her captivity began right here.
She crossed the gate and entered inside. Sergei in the jeep started looking at his watch. Outside, there was only silence, and inside... Queen Alia was heading towards the most secret lair of her most dangerous enemy.
Alia (Soliloquy, in Russian): "I have returned, Viktor. To your old home. To take back what was stolen from me." (Russian: Я вернулась, Виктор. В твой старый дом. Чтобы вернуть то, что у меня украли.) Location: 'Crimson Chase,' the most secret lair of Alia's most dangerous enemy.
Scene I: The Darkness of Silence
Alia entered inside after crossing the military gate. Inside the dilapidated building was solid darkness. Due to the snow, the temperature was drastically low. Alia turned on her phone's flashlight. Her golden eyes darted around. Everything was abandoned, broken, and filled with old machinery.
The sound of her boots on dry leaves and broken glass created a terrifying silence. Alia was now fully focused as an agent, but the fear of the young woman—who was first imprisoned here—was also at play within her.
Alia (Soliloquy, in Russian): "This smell... the smell of old steel and fear. It was here he told me, 'You are mine.' His shadow is hidden in every corner of this darkness."
Alia quickly walked down the corridor. She knew where the most secure part of this lair was. Where Viktor had hidden his most valuable asset—her.
Scene II: The Discovery of the Red Ribbon
Alia stopped in front of a heavy steel door. The door was loosely placed, as if someone had recently opened it. Written above the door: "Sector Alpha-06." Alia's heart pounded fast. This was where she had been kept.
She gently pushed the door and entered inside. The room was small, dirty, and damp. But one object in the middle of the room caught her eye.
An old, rusty table. Placed on that table was not a black ribbon, but a dark crimson red ribbon. The ribbon was folded, as if someone had carefully kept it.
Alia moved towards the table. Her body was rigid, as if the ribbon were a bomb. She did not touch the ribbon. She only looked at it.
Alia (Soliloquy): "The red ribbon... the ribbon he used to tie my hands. Is this the very ribbon? No, this is new. Why... why is it here?"
This red ribbon felt like a memento of Viktor's, celebrating the memory of that terrifying night. Alia's humiliation, suffering, and the worst truth of that day (the rape)—everything seemed hidden within this red ribbon.
Scene III: The Emotional Explosion
Alia felt suffocated. She began to tremble with rage and pain. Mariya had told her Viktor was trying to be a 'good man'. But this red ribbon proved—Viktor remembered his sin, and perhaps was not remorseful, but considered this sin the best part of his life!
Alia quickly looked around. In the corner of the room was a small file cabinet, broken. Alia shifted her focus from her primary target and leaned over the table.
Alia: (In sharp Russian, grinding her teeth) "You want to hurt me, Viktor? You want to remind me that I am your property? Fine. Let's see if your biggest secret file is kept here!" (Russian: Ты хочешь причинить мне боль, Виктор? Ты хочешь напомнить мне, что я твоя собственность? Хорошо. Посмотрим, скрыт ли здесь твой самый большой секретный файл!)
Alia snatched the red ribbon off the table with a jerk. Her eyes were now only seeking the truth—any truth that would give her the strength to defeat this monster. Alia had just snatched the red ribbon off the table. The ribbon lay on the floor—as if the ultimate humiliation of her life had returned. Her eyes burned with the resolve for revenge, but amidst that resolve, the intense memory of old pain surged within her.
Alia (Soliloquy): "He raped me... he forced me. And he is celebrating this memory? I won't spare him!"
Her eyes filled with tears again. The cold agent's mask shattered. Alia began to cry silently, remembering the terrifying humiliation of that moment. Her body was trembling, but there was no sound. She knew that this crying was not a weakness; it was the outpouring of the fire that had been building up inside her.
She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to focus on the file cabinet. She knew she had very little time.
Scene IV: Silent Arrival
Just at that moment, outside, in the solid darkness of the corridor, a sound occurred. Very faint, but Alia's sharp agent's ears caught it.
The sound was not of footsteps, but a slow, cautious pace. Then, the gentle sound of a heavy steel door opening. The sounds were moving towards the room.The Ultimate Dread
Alia had just snatched the crimson ribbon off the table. The quiet footsteps were nearing.
Alia (Soliloquy, intense panic): "No! Who is it? Not Sergei. Sergei wouldn't make that much noise. This is..."
Alia quickly gripped the broken handle of the cabinet and froze. She was no longer crying. Her face was stern, but her golden eyes were wide with terror.
Scene II: Viktor's Presence
The sounds drew closer. A flashlight beam appeared in the corridor.
Alia (Soliloquy): "So far, so secretly... no one should have known. The only one... Viktor!"
All the logic in her mind shattered. Viktor knew everything! Had he planted a tracker on her? Or did he simply know that Alia would come to this Crimson Chase?
Just then, a tall figure with white hair appeared in the door frame.
Viktor: (Deep, calm voice—in Russian, as if he was certain Alia was there) "I knew you would come, Queen." (Russian: Я знал, что ты придешь, Королева.)
Viktor held no weapon. He was merely looking at Alia. His blue eyes held both intense possessiveness and a deep, unexpressed anguish. He had seen Alia's tears, and the red ribbon lying on the floor had not escaped his notice.
This unexpected confrontation overturned all of Alia's revenge plans in an instant.
Scene III: Alia's Rage and Questioning
Viktor stood in the door frame, his long white hair and blue eyes intensely visible even in the darkness. His quiet presence instantly chilled all of Alia's rage and fear.
Alia: (Trembling with anger, but hiding her weakness) "Why did you come? Go! Go back to your empire! Why are you here?" (Russian: Зачем ты пришел? Уходи! Вернись в свою империю! Зачем ты здесь?)
Alia backed away from the cabinet. Her golden eyes were fixed on Viktor—he was no longer the Lord, he was the man who had forced her.
Alia: (Taking a step forward, her voice broken) "Here... this place! Why did you keep it? Why did you leave this red ribbon? Do you want to remind me of your sin? Do you enjoy your power?"
The muscles in Viktor's face barely twitched. He understood the reason for Alia's tears. His gaze fell to the ribbon on the floor, then back to Alia.
Scene IV: Viktor's Russian Reply
Viktor did not reply but slowly stepped inside the room. His footsteps swallowed the silence. He stood only an arm's length away from Alia.
Viktor looked into Alia's face. He held no weapon, but his silent presence was the greatest weapon.
Viktor: (Deep, suppressed Russian voice, pain in his eyes) "You ask me to leave, but you know—I follow you. I knew you would come here, Alia. Because this is not only the place of my sin..." (Russian: Ты просишь меня уйти, но ты знаешь — я следую за тобой. Я знал, что ты придешь сюда, Алия. Потому что это не только место моего греха...)
Viktor did not finish his sentence.
Scene V: Emotional Explosion and Embrace
Before he could finish his words, Alia lashed out at Viktor in intense fury. Perhaps she wanted to strike him, or break free from his grasp.
Alia: (Hysterical voice) "This is my pain! You..."
But before Alia could strike, Viktor quickly pulled her in. He crushed all of Alia's resistance and embraced her tightly.
Alia struggled for the first few seconds. She was the Queen, she was an agent—she could not surrender like this. But Viktor's embrace was so intense, so full of despair, as if he genuinely feared losing her.
Viktor whispered into Alia's ear, his long white hair mingling with Alia's shoulder.
Viktor: (In fierce Russian, his voice filled with extreme emotion and despair) "Quiet, Alia! This place is the room of my repentance! I kept it because I cannot forget the sin I committed against you! Burn me, Alia! Destroy me! But do not leave me!" (Russian: Тихо, Алия! Это место моего раскаяния! Я сохранил его, потому что не могу забыть грех, который совершил с тобой! Сожги меня, Алия! Уничтожь меня! Но не уходи от меня!)
Alia's rage was instantly silenced. She stopped struggling. This extreme confession from Viktor, this despair—she had never seen this side before. She remembered Mariya's words: "I have seen the Lord who is afraid."
Alia placed her hand on his head, her fingers running through Viktor's white hair. She was no longer fighting. She was feeling. This complex, violent man was terrified of losing her. This sinful Lord, who had raped her, was now tormented by remorse.
Their silent embrace was like the only light in that dark room. Their relationship was a complex mixture of hate, love, dominance, and repentance.
Scene VI: The Lullaby of Remorse
Viktor's harsh yet emotional Russian confession broke through the wall of Alia's heart. She could no longer hold back. The resolve for revenge, the pain of humiliation, and her deep but unacknowledged love for Viktor—everything poured out as tears.
Alia succumbed to Viktor's embrace and began to sob loudly. She kept crying, and Viktor held her tight. His long white hair rested on Alia's back. Their silent presence consumed all the darkness in the room.
Viktor: (Resting his cheek on Alia's head, in a very low Russian voice) "Cry, Queen. Cry on my chest. Every tear of yours is penance for my sin. I couldn't give you freedom, Alia. But I will not let you be lost." (Russian: Плачь, Королева. Плачь на моей груди. Каждая твоя слеза — искупление моего греха. Я не смог дать тебе свободу, Алия. Но я не позволю тебе потеряться.)
A while later, Alia's crying subsided. Exhausted, both mentally and physically, she held onto Viktor's shirt tightly. Viktor then held her even more gently.
Suddenly, Viktor began to hum a very old Russian song. The song was from the 1900s—perhaps a memory from his childhood. It was not a lover's song, but a cold Russian folk song that spoke of hope, loss, and long winters. His voice was deep, calm, and saturated with profound pain.
The song was mournful, but it created a strangely comforting melody in Alia's ears. Alia kept her eyes closed. She could feel that even inside this ruthless Mafia Lord, a broken soul was hidden.
The song ended. Alia, in extreme mental and physical exhaustion, fell asleep in Viktor's embrace.
Scene VII: The Exit of Liberation
Viktor sat still for a while. Alia's breathing was now calm. He gently kissed Alia on the head. There was no longer any doubt in his eyes—only deep resolve. He knew he had hurt Alia immensely.
Viktor gently lifted Alia into his arms. Alia's hands were gripping Viktor's white shirt tightly.
Viktor walked out of the dark room. His feet passed over the red ribbon on the floor—but he didn't even look at the ribbon. In this moment, Alia's peace was the only truth to him.
He carefully walked down the corridor. Sergei was waiting outside.
Sergei: (In fear, Russian) "Sir... Ma'am...?"
Viktor: (Gravely, Russian) "Drive my wife to the car. She is sleeping. And this place... This Crimson Chase... let it burn tonight. Let all my sin turn to ashes here." (Russian: Отвези мою жену в машину. Она спит. А это место... Пусть этот "Кримсон Чейз" сгорит этой ночью. Пусть весь мой грех сгорит здесь дотла.)
Sergei was stunned by Viktor's words.
Viktor carefully laid Alia down on the back seat of the jeep. Then he sat in the front of the car. The jeep swiftly left the snowy paths of Minsk and headed back towards the mansion in the darkness of the night. Alia slept peacefully in Viktor's arms.
Voice-Over (Viktor):
"I forced her. She was my captive. But tonight, in this night of repentance, I became her captive. This was my biggest defeat... and the greatest victory of my life."