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Margareta slowly approaches. A cold, aggrieved smile on her face.
She puts her hand on Aliyah's throat and pulls her towards herself,
embracing her softly—but that embrace is not of affection, but of ownership.
Margareta whispers:
"You can escape, forget, become a mother...
But you were always mine.
And always will be."
Aliyah closes her eyes.
There are no words on her face.
But inside, a terrifying silent vow awakens.
"You took everything from me, now I will take everything back—in my own way."
The room is silent. The air is heavy with past hatred and the cry for survival.
Aliyah lies in a corner, chained, with a shadow of pain in her eyes.
Her breathing is heavy, her lips are dry.
Just then, Margareta stands in front of her.
That old arrogance in her eyes. A strangely soft smile on her face.
But there is no love in that smile—
Only a kind of joy of possession.
Margareta bends down, very close to Aliyah's face.
Margareta (in a soft voice):
"You wanted to escape, wanted to be a mother, wanted to be human...
But I knew—in the end, you would return to me."
Then she suddenly kisses Aliyah's lips.
A cold, calculated kiss.
With less desire, but much more ownership.
Then she embraces Aliyah.
Softly.
But that embrace is like being tied with a rope—not freedom, but deeper captivity.
Tears come to Aliyah's eyes.
But this time not tears of sorrow,
An inner fire begins to burn.
Aliyah (whispering inwardly):
"No matter how much you think you've won...
That Aliyah is still alive within me.
And that Aliyah will destroy you."Late night.
The luxurious streets of Moscow are ablaze with lights, as if a royal festival is underway.
A black, gleaming luxury car stops in front of an upscale hotel—
"Hotel Mask"
A dark stage for the secret games of high society.
The car door opens.
Margareta emerges—in a black leather coat, with confident coldness on her face.
Behind her comes Aliyah.
In chains, with a heavy, metallic necklace-like chain around her neck, her face downcast.
Her clothes are expensive, but her eyes clearly show signs of torment.
People around stare—some in wonder, some with interest, some with fear mixed with respect.
Margareta (with a slight smile):
"Look, Aliyah. You are now in the light.
Everyone sees what your identity is—
to whom you 'sold' your freedom."
Aliyah's lips tremble.
But she remains silent.
An internal hotel employee approaches.
Employee:
"Everything is ready in our secret room, Sir Margareta."
Margareta nods.
A smile on her lips, but that smile holds icy cold hatred.
Aliyah then looks up at the sky once.
The night stars gleam in her eyes—
that old Aliyah is still asleep in a corner,
but her awakening is not far off.
The hotel's secret corridor.
Before entering, Margareta is giving some instructions on her phone, with Aliyah standing behind her—in chains, but with a clear awakening in her eyes.
Her face is calm, but her body is not still—she is keeping an eye on her surroundings.
The tension of the chains, the friction on the floor, the guards' positions—all are calculated in her mind.
Before Margareta can turn around...
Aliyah suddenly drops low and sweeps Margareta's leg.
Margareta loses her balance under the weight of the chains—she falls hard, hitting her head on the floor.
The hotel corridor.
The alarm blares all around.
Margareta is turning around—fire in Aliyah's eyes.
Aliyah whispers: "Did you think I would only bring tears?"
Suddenly!
Aliyah pulls her leg back and spins, delivering a spinning hook kick—a perfect Taekwondo kick—
Margareta is flung backward, hitting her head against the corridor wall!
Guards rush forward—
But Aliyah doesn't stop.
She quickly bends down and uses the end of the chain to strike and unlock the guard's knee.
One guard comes forward, about to raise his gun—
Aliyah spins and delivers a side kick—the guard falls backward.
Another one comes from behind—
Aliyah slightly turns and throws him away with a back kick.
For a moment, the entire corridor is silent.
Everyone is staring, as if seeing for the first time—who Aliyah is!
Just then, Margareta sits up, coughing, blood on her face. Surprise and resentment in her eyes.
Aliyah slowly says: "You wanted to make me a slave, but you forgot—I was a warrior."
She quickly pulls the emergency door lever.
The door opens.
Aliyah rushes out—into the rain-soaked night city, with sirens and shouts behind her,
and Margareta's broken expression.
Aliyah is running, gaining speed.
Location:
Old Moscow, deep and dark alleys.
Rain is falling softly. Golden light flickers under the lampposts.
Aliyah is running.
Her breath is heavy, her feet tired, but there is a clear hunger for freedom in her eyes.
Suddenly!
A collision.
She violently collides with someone.
Both fall down.
Aliyah quickly gets up, her feet in a defensive stance—
There's no time to stop her. Now anyone is an enemy.
But then...
The man standing in front has an old bag on his shoulder, a hood on his head, half his face in shadow.
Man (in a soft voice, surprised):
"You... escaped?"
Aliyah's eyes narrow.
Aliyah:
"Who are you?"
The man slowly raises his hand, calmly saying:
"A friend. Perhaps.
The one you are fleeing from, I knew her a long time ago. Margareta."
"If you want to live, you have to trust me now."
Aliyah stops, frowning.
Disbelief in her gaze, but also curiosity.
Man:
"You didn't just break chains. You also brought a secret key of hers that you don't know yet."
"There's something in your body, in your brain, that they want. I know, because I was once one of them."
Aliyah takes a breath.
That fire of hesitation is in her eyes again.
Aliyah (slowly):
"If you lie, I will end you."
The man nods, smiling slightly:
"Only trust if you want to live. If you die, you won't get a chance to know anything."
Sirens, flashes of light behind them.
The man extends his hand.
Aliyah stares for a moment...
And takes his hand.
Aliyah walks away down the rain-soaked street.
The unknown man stands behind her, his question unanswered.
Aliyah just turns her head and says—
Aliyah (in a cold voice):
"I know who that is...
The FSB mafia boss. A shadow named Margareta.
But you...
What else do you know about her?"
Then, without another word, she walks away and disappears into the distance.Location: Aliyah's Apartment, Moscow
The light in the room is soft.
The clock's hands are nearing 2 AM.
Viktor stands by the balcony, gazing out the window with a worried expression.
A cold cup of coffee in his hand.
Then the door opens.
Aliyah enters—tired eyes, a silent fire on her face.
Viktor rushes forward.
Viktor (anxiously):
"Aliyah? Where were you? I... I thought you—"
Aliyah stops him.
She slowly approaches. Rain and tears are gathered in her eyes, but a hard tenderness on her lips.
She comes close to Viktor's face and suddenly kisses him lightly.
Then whispers—
Aliyah:
"Don't worry... I'm fine. Your wife has returned."
Viktor tries to say something, but his throat chokes up.
He just hugs Aliyah.
Aliyah closes her eyes—
Margareta's face is still in her mind.
Inside her is resolve, but outside, the shadow of love.
🎵 Background music plays a calm melody:
"You even saw my nightmares,
Yet you stayed by my side.
Now I will burn my own shadows.The air in the room is heavy, but calm.
Aliyah finds a moment of peace with her head on Viktor's arm.
Her eyes are closed, as if she can finally sleep after a long time.
Suddenly, tiny footsteps from the next room.
A door opens.
A boy and a girl run in.
Ages 5-7.
Girl:
"Mommy!"
Boy:
"Mommy, you're back!"
Aliyah opens her eyes.
For a moment, tears well up.
They both embrace her neck.
One buries their face in her chest, the other clutches her hand.
Aliyah (voice choked):
"Yes... Mommy's back."
Viktor stands a little behind, a shadow of love and concern in his eyes.
He knows this quiet moment won't last forever.
Aliyah kisses their heads.
Tears gather in the corners of her eyes.
But a hint of a smile on her lips—
That smile, which holds a family together even within a broken life.Aliyah, with tired eyes, speaks naturally with the maid.
Aliyah:
"The other two have gone to sleep."
Maid (in a humble voice):
"Yes, ma'am, they've gone to sleep."
Aliyah (giving instructions):
"Okay, now go put both of them to sleep."
"2 AM —
The room is plunged into deep darkness. Outside, a gentle rain is falling, small droplets slowly rolling down the windowpane. The silence of the room seems to make the inner sounds even clearer.
Aliyah is sitting, her eyes red, her lips trembling incessantly. She has broken down in tears—tears that had accumulated inside for a long time, now unintentionally pouring out. Her body is weak, her mind shadowed by pain and despair.
Viktor silently approaches. He gently takes Aliyah's hand and holds it tightly. His eyes hold sorrowful affection and unwavering determination. He slowly pulls Aliyah towards him, embracing her with tenderness and care.
"I'm here, Aliyah," Viktor whispers, "I will share your pain. You are not alone."
Aliyah rests her head against Viktor's chest, closing her eyes and trying to hold back her inner tears. Viktor's hand gently touches her from her cheek to her hair—a kind of comfort, stronger than words.
Their bodies merge together, silently, as if trying to understand each other's pain. Aliyah slowly holds Viktor's hand, as if saying, "I am with you, you will become strong."
Aliyah's breathing slowly steadies, and instead of the traces of crying disappearing, a new strength is born within her—an indomitable light of resolve.
In the dark room, they are together, speaking only through touch and feeling.3 Days Later"
Location: Office Room, Moscow
Time: 4 PM
Weather: Light snow outside, windowpanes gray
Scene start:
3 days have passed.
Aliyah has returned to the office—white floor, wooden desk, a steel chair by the window.
Traces of fatigue under her eyes, her lips silent, her gaze cold.
She silently stares at files.
Just then—
The maid stands there. A cigarette and a lighter in her hand.
She says nothing, only silently and habitually holds the cigarette to Aliyah's lips.
The lighter clicks and sparks.
Aliyah takes a drag—smoke slowly spreads into the room's silence.
🎵 Background Sound:
"Ты не знаешь, кто я на самом деле..."
("You don't know who I really am..." - an old Russian song plays, at very low volume.)
Aliyah looks at the smoke, smiling faintly, and whispers:
"Not everything has to be forgotten...
Some things, have to be burned down."
"We in the Morning"
Location: Private Yacht | Middle of the Ocean
Time: 6 AM
Mood: Silent love, strength, and connection
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