Scene: Cabin in the firelight — Deep night
Alia lies motionless on the floor. Her face is silent, as if lost in some dream.
Margaret stands still. Her lips tremble slightly.
> "A… Alia…?"
There's a helpless tremor in her voice.
No response.
Suddenly, Margaret kneels down and wraps Alia in her arms.
Tears in her eyes, she brings her face close to Alia's and whispers:
> "You silly girl… Did you pass out?"
"Don't leave like this… Alia…"
She pulls Alia's head against her chest with one hand.
Then, with a mixture of deep love and sorrow, she kisses her forehead.
> "My sweet little Moni… Don't do this… I can't… not without you…"
A moment—
Only the sound of the fire and the weight of breathing.
Margaret's eyes are no longer cold.
They're trembling with helpless love—
A fear that this love might slip away.
Her voice breaks into a whisper again:
> "You'll wake up, won't you?"
"Our war's not over yet… you and me… beyond this snow, this fire… all of it…"
Her voice fades.
A long breath.
Her lips touch Alia's — slow, tender.
A kiss not of conquest, but of a desperate promise.
---
Scene: Cabin — beside the fire, the silence of night
Alia lies limp on the floor.
Margaret sits holding her against her chest — eyes heavy with tears and love.
Suddenly—
Tring Tring... Tring Tring...
A phone rings.
In this silence, the sound cuts like a knife.
Margaret flinches.
With her left hand, she pulls the phone from inside her shirt.
"Viktor calling..."
She hesitates.
Then answers with a swipe.
> "Hello... Viktor?"
From the other side, a cold, firm voice:
> "Маргарет. Где ты? Почему ты не отвечала?"
("Margaret. Where are you? Why haven't you been answering?")
Margaret turns and looks at Alia, who is still breathing slowly.
She replies quietly:
> "I'm with her."
Viktor's tone shifts—suspicion creeps in:
> "Ты сделала это, да?"
("You did it, didn't you?")
A sharp grin appears on Margaret's lips.
> "Maybe. Maybe not.
But why are you panicking, Viktor?"
Silence on the other end.
Then a warning, icy and precise:
> "Ты играешь с огнём, Маргарет. Она носит его в себе."
("You're playing with fire, Margaret. She carries it inside her.")
Margaret's eyes freeze for a moment.
She looks down at Alia — her hand still resting on her belly.
She whispers:
> "I know."
Then, a cruel twist of humor curls in her voice.
> "I know she's your wife.
And I told you — I'm having fun with her. So much fun."
---
Scene: Cabin — fire crackling, pressure building
Viktor's voice on the phone turns quiet, colder:
> "You have no idea what you're playing with, Margaret."
Margaret smiles.
Takes a breath, then kisses the corner of Alia's lips.
> "Oh, but I do, Viktor."
Her voice is slow, cold, and soaked in satisfaction.
> "I'm playing with your wife.
And I told you — it's so much fun, Viktor.
You have no idea how beautifully she trembles when my lips whisper against her ear…"
No response from Viktor.
Margaret chuckles softly.
> "You always wanted to keep her chained.
I'm just setting her free…
For me. For herself."
Then—
Her voice lowers, dark and electric:
> "You claimed her.
But I want her."
---
Alia stirs slightly.
Her eyelids flutter — still unconscious, but something within is moving.
Margaret, still holding the phone to her ear, murmurs like a secret meant only for Alia:
> "Your wife isn't just yours anymore, Viktor.
She's mine too.
And whatever's growing inside her…
It doesn't belong to either of you."
---
Scene: Cabin — firelight, deep night
Margaret wears a victorious smile.
Phone still at her ear, she speaks one last time:
> "You hate losing, don't you, Viktor?
Well… let's see if you can take her back."
Beep.
The call ends.
She lowers the phone slowly, her eyes falling on Alia.
---
And then—
Alia's eyes flutter open, empty, dazed.
She blinks at the ceiling… then her gaze shifts—
Locks onto Margaret.
Margaret doesn't flinch. She smiles softly.
> "Oh… you're back, my sweet Moni…"
Alia says nothing.
Her breath is slow. Her lips tremble slightly.
> "Wh… What's happening?"
Her voice quivers, but there's a quiet resolve in it.
Margaret moves in closer, sitting beside her.
She gently runs her fingers through Alia's hair.
> "Were you dreaming… or did the truth just feel too impossible, Alia?"
Alia tries to look away.
But she can't.
> "Viktor… did you… did you speak to him?"
Her voice is low, tinged with hidden fear.
Margaret chuckles — soft, cold, like a girl playing with a doll.
> "Yes, I did.
Told him I was having fun with his wife, too.
You should've imagined his face…"
Tears begin to gather in Alia's eyes.
But this time, she doesn't look away.
> "What am I doing here, Margaret?"
"Do you love me… or are you using me?"
A heavy silence.
---
Scene: Cabin — glowing fire, a silent pull
Alia's voice breaks gently:
> "Do you love me… or are you using me?"
Margaret smiles faintly — eyes reflecting sorrow, fire, and something unnameable.
She leans in.
Their faces just inches apart.
In a whisper, she says:
> "Love and possession… they're never separate, Alia…"
Then suddenly—
She presses her lips to Alia's neck.
At first, a soft kiss.
Then—
A bite.
Alia gasps—
> "Ahhhhhhh…!"
The sound that leaves her is part pain, part shock, and something else she doesn't yet understand.
Her hand clutches Margaret's shoulder.
Margaret pulls back just slightly.
Her eyes burn with that dark fire.
> "You still don't get it, do you?"
"You're mine, Alia.
You always were."
A red mark begins to bloom on Alia's neck.
She's trembling. Breathing heavy.
But in her eyes—
Something deeper. A strange, unfamiliar hunger.
> "You… you're insane…" she whispers.
Margaret laughs — soft and cold:
> "Maybe.
But you didn't stop me."
Scene: Two Months Later — CIA Headquarters, VIRGINIA — Day
A sleek, modern office wrapped in glass.
An American flag on the wall, and a large screen showing a world map with multiple "hot zones" marked in red.
Alia sits on a steel and wood chair.
She's dressed in a deep navy blazer, hair tightly tied back, eyes sharp with focused intensity.
Her gaze occasionally falls on a small framed photo on her desk—
A tiny boy with a radiant smile.
His name is Alexander.
Still a child, but his identity… classified.
A high-ranking CIA agent enters the room.
He places a file on the table.
> AGENT PARKER:
"He's special, isn't he?"
Alia looks up, lips tight.
> ALIA:
"He's not just special. He's protected.
And if anyone comes for him… they won't live to regret it."
Parker nods in solemn agreement.
> PARKER:
"We've activated the Black Cell protocol.
The child is now under Codename: ORION-13.
No trace, no record. Not even the President knows."
Alia stays silent. Snow is falling gently outside the window.
Her eyes slowly deepen in thought.
> ALIA (softly):
"Where is Margaret?"
Parker hesitates. A beat.
> PARKER:
"Off the grid. Disappeared. Possibly somewhere in Eastern Europe.
But… she left you something before vanishing."
He slides over a small package.
Alia picks it up, opens it—
Inside:
A small blue stone,
And a handwritten note from Margaret:
> "Protect him. He's more than both of us."
🧬
---
Scene: CIA Secret Base — Night
Thunder echoes faintly. A cloudy sky outside.
Inside, a covert research lab, where scientists are working intently.
On the screen, flashing in soft red:
"PROJECT ORION: NUCLEAR INITIATION"
A group of senior officers huddle.
> SENIOR OFFICER:
"We've heard… the boy's name is Alexander.
If that information leaks, the entire operation is compromised."
From afar, a live feed shows Margaret's photo from a hidden surveillance camera.
> ANOTHER OFFICER:
"Margaret's knowledge and instincts are unmatched.
If anyone could silently steal him away from us—it's her."
---
Scene: Alia's Office — Night
Alia is on the phone.
Her voice shakes slightly—but remains firm.
> ALIA:
"Alexander isn't just my son.
He's our future.
No one touches him."
---
Scene: CIA Office — Later that Night
Alia is on another secure call.
> ALIA (sternly):
"How are you handling the nuclear project?
This isn't just another weapon. It's a risk to the future itself.
Be careful—if the Russians catch wind of this, the world will never be the same."
A pause. Then, the voice on the other end replies—
> VOICE (calmly):
"We're working with the highest level of security, Alia.
But without your experience beside us—we're vulnerable."
Alia tightens her jaw, eyes unyielding.
> ALIA:
"This project isn't just yours. It's all of ours.
I'll be here—no one gets through."
---
Scene: CIA Office — Noon
Zarin bursts into the room, smiling with youthful energy.
Alia squints, amused—
> ALIA:
"You've all grown so fast.
Even though you're young, there's a special power in you."
Zarin, curious, asks—
> ZARIN:
"Where's Alexander?
He's your son, right?"
Alia replies softly, but firmly—
> ALIA:
"Yes, he's my son.
But right now, he's somewhere very safe.
No one can reach him."
Zarin looks slightly concerned, glancing back.
---
Scene: CIA Office — Noon (continued)
Alia and Zarin are still talking, when suddenly—
The door swings open.
Little Alexander runs in, yelling—
> ALEXANDER:
"Mommy!"
Alia's eyes widen, her face lighting up.
She runs to him and scoops him up.
> ALIA:
"Alexander! My good boy!"
Zarin smiles, warmly overwhelmed—
> ZARIN:
"Look at him… there's no one like him."
Alia gently strokes Alexander's hair, whispering—
> ALIA (softly):
"One day, you'll do incredible things. You hear me?"
Alexander smiles sweetly, resting his head on Alia's shoulder.
Outside, the wind is cold—
But inside, a warmth holds them all together.