🎬 Scene: Margaret's apartment – deep night, smoky light
A red-toned lamp is on in the room, and cigarette smoke fills the air. Old French music plays in the background—soft but like thorns. Margaret is slowly dancing with a young girl, holding her waist. Their bodies are very close to each other. But there are tears in the girl's eyes—a suppressed cry on her face. Margaret's face is strangely calm—as if this crying is not unfamiliar to her, but rather something she's used to. She whispers something into the girl's ear... but the audience cannot hear the words. Suddenly a phone rings. Margaret stops. She looks for a moment—the screen has no name, just "Private Line". She slowly picks up the phone.
— "Говори." ("Speak.")
Only one line is heard from the other end of the phone:
— "Phase Two is ready. He took the bait."
Margaret's eyes narrow slightly. A strange smile appears on her face.
— "Let the children play... now the real game begins."
She puts the phone down. The girl is still crying, but Margaret wipes the tears from her face with her finger and says—
— "You're crying because you still want to live. But those who love are never safe."
Scene fades to black. A hazy piano melody plays slowly in the background.
🎬 Scene: Aliya's apartment – deep night, light rain outside
Aliya is lying in bed, under a white sheet, her breathing heavy but peaceful. The light in the room is soft, a faint yellow like an old memory. Victor sits beside her, one hand on Aliya's cheek—the touch of his fingers is so gentle, it's not a touch but a reverence. He gazes at Aliya's sleeping face, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, hair spread around the pillow—a silent beauty. Rain is falling on the window outside, and inside the room, time seems to have stood still. There are no more agent calculations in Victor's eyes now, no more missions—just the feeling of a man who knows that this woman is his final truth. He leans down and gently kisses Aliya's forehead, whispering softly—
— "Sleep, I'm here. As long as you sleep, the world will stop."
Aliya's eyes move slightly, but she remains asleep—a shadow of peace on her face. The scene slowly fades out, and all that can be heard is the sound of the rain and the lonely bell of a distant tram.
🎬 Scene: Aliya's apartment – deep night, silence in the room
Aliya is sleeping. Victor is still sitting beside her, but a shadow of thought is in his eyes. He slowly gets up and stands by the window. It's raining outside, and the Moscow streets are wet with a melancholy light. Then, from a corner of the room, a housekeeper appears like a shadow—in a white uniform, with her head down, standing silently. Victor says without turning around—
Victor (softly):
— "Go and see what my four children are doing, Dasia."
Dasia (respectfully):
— "Yes, master."
She leaves silently. Victor stares out the window... a different kind of emptiness suddenly in his eyes. The terrible dilemma of love—on one hand, being with Aliya, and on the other, the children whose existence has been hidden, perhaps for security, perhaps because of some other secret truth. The one that perhaps belonged to a time when Victor was just a father, not a spy, not a killer.
🎬 Scene: Victor by the window – the last hours of the night
The rain has stopped outside, and only water remains on the window. Victor stares silently at the city, the sound of Aliya's breathing the only living melody in the room. He closes his eyes and says in his mind—
Victor's Monologue (voiceover):
— "Aliya... you wanted it one more time... your body then smelled of our first two children, you cried and said—'I just want to be a mother... one more time.'"
(A scene flashes in the background: the cold blue light of a hospital, a doctor saying something with his head down.)
— "There was hope in your eyes, but 'no' was written on the walls of your body. Still, I didn't stop you. I couldn't deny your wish. You were a warrior, I was a weapon-bearer—but in that war, you fought alone. Two lives... artificially. Our third and fourth children. They were born in the shadow of your love, even without being in your womb."
(Victor puts his hand on the window, his reflection appears on the glass.)
— "They still don't know that their birth was actually a revolution of love, not part of a mission, not the smoke of a conspiracy... their birth was the result of your persistence, Aliya. Your silent promise—'I want a complete family, as much as possible.'"
(He returns to the room and looks at Aliya, putting his hand on her sleeping face.)
— "You still don't know, I've hidden them away... in a safe place, far from all wars and shadows. Because you love, and those who love... are never safe." Scene: Moscow, an old villa in the suburbs – the daylight fades, snow on the windows
Aliya gets out of the car. In front of her is a huge, century-old house. An old, silent housekeeper opens the door. Aliya slowly steps into the house—the smell of old wood, the shadow of the past coming from the stairs. The room is her father's study. Aliya's father is standing by the window. There's a strange silence in the room. He says to Aliya—
Father (in a deep voice):
— "You don't know who you are. There's a history in your blood that is not just a story, but a proof of existence."
Aliya:
— "Father... what are you saying?"
He takes Aliya by the hand and leads her to a secret wall inside the room. With the press of a button, the wall slowly slides away. Behind it is a secret chamber—inside is a flash of light. A huge picture is hanging on the wall. In that picture—two people are standing, looking at each other. One is a man, with blood on his hands, the other a woman, also bloody but with determination in her eyes. The man's face looks exactly like Victor's, the woman's face... looks like Aliya is seeing her own shadow. Aliya's eyes widen, she slowly begins to tremble.
Aliya (in a trembling voice):
— "This... is me? This is Victor?!"
Father:
— "No, this isn't you. They are your ancestors. During the war of the 1600s, when our family was in the shadow of the monarchy, these two—one a revolutionary, and the other a loving spy—together stopped a war, and swore with their blood for a different future. We are their children today."
Aliya's hands turn cold, she steps closer to the picture. She touches the bloody marks with her fingers. A storm seems to rage in her head. She hears the sounds of old wars, the clatter of hooves, the smell of fire. Aliya slowly sits down and whispers:
— "Is this history... in my blood? This war? This love?"
She breaks down crying. Her father places a hand on her shoulder.
— "This history is in your blood. Victor is not just your love today—he's also the shadow of your past. Your story has been going on for many lives."
The scene fades out. In the background, the sounds of old wars float, and a melody plays in the distance—an old Russian lore, which says—
"Love does not stop at birth or death, it returns, by way of blood..."🎬 Flashback Scene: 8 PM, a 1600s battlefield – a storm rages in the darkness
The wind roars, lightning flashes in the night sky. The camera focuses on a young woman, her long brown hair flying with the storm—she stands in the middle of a dusty, bloody battlefield. Her eyes burn with unyielding fire, and her face shows determination and heroism. A sword she holds glints in her hand, as soldiers fight around her, a chaotic scene of swords, bows and arrows, and steam. A close-up of her face—a smile of her pearly white teeth, then a fierce glint. It's raining, but her hair flies behind her like a storm. Every strand of hair seems to be dancing to the rhythm of the war. Someone shouts, 'General! Go forward!' She moves forward quickly, riding a horse, with a breathless determination in her eyes. The camera captures the long waves of her hair from a low angle, which seem to give a living shadow to the entire battlefield. Her voice rings out—
The girl (roaring):
— "We will not lose! This night is ours! Our blood is our history, we will fight until the final victory!"
With that, the battle intensifies. Her hair flies, she roars like a tiger, her strength and courage seem to be able to break even the darkness of the night.
🎬 Flashback Scene: 8 PM, a 1600s battlefield – on a stormy night
Hot dust particles are flying in the wind, the sound of lightning and rain mixing with an indeterminate intensity. The camera slowly focuses on the young woman—Eronova, her long brown hair glistening in the wind, an unyielding fire in her eyes. A sword is in her hand, her body ready for battle. Beside her stands Alexander, his blue eyes sparkling, his hair white, and a mysterious sadness in his demeanor. He is ready for the intensity of the war with a musket in his hand.
Eronova (roaring):
— "Alexander, we'll make this night our night! Together, we are invincible."
Alexander (in a firm voice):
— "Are you with me? I'll never lose."
They move forward together, their hair flying like a storm, wet with a mixture of rain and blood. The soldiers roar, the sounds of swords and bows ring out all around. In the end, the war is won by their combined courage and heroism. A scene of pure victory—Alexander smiles, his white hair glinting, Eronova with a soft laugh, but with historical pride in her eyes.