SCENE: SNOWY MOUNTAIN – OUTSIDE ALIA'S ROOM – DAY
(Two days have passed. Alia sits alone amidst the snow, a fierce snowstorm behind her. Her eyes are red, her face shows pain and the traces of crying. She's overwhelmed by fear and sorrow, silently weeping.)
(Zainkha approaches slowly, watching Alia with concerned eyes.)
SCENE: LUXURY MOUNTAIN RESORT – VICTOR'S ROOM – DAY
(Victor sits alone in his room. Silent. One hand resting on his forehead, lost in deep thought. The sound of the blizzard outside reaches his ears, but his turmoil is internal.)
SCENE: VICTOR'S ROOM BALCONY – DAY
(Victor stands on the balcony, staring into the storm. A cigarette in hand, his face reflects weariness and melancholy.)
(A bodyguard quietly approaches, lights Victor's cigarette, and stands beside him with a bottle of white wine and a glass.)
(Victor slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, inhaling deeply as if trying to find relief.)
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SCENE: LUXURY MOUNTAIN RESORT – OUTSIDE, SNOWY AREA – DAY
(Zainkha gently lifts Alia in his arms with a soft smile. Alia remains silent, a mix of embarrassment and surprise on her face.)
ZAINKHA
(Smiling warmly)
"Well, I'm with the CIA. Victor doesn't know that."
ZAINKHA
(With a knowing smirk)
"I know you're not the kind of woman who likes being defined by her body."
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SCENE: SNOWY AREA – DAY
(Suddenly, the distant sound of a helicopter grows louder. The storm begins to settle. Zainkha quickly steps away from Alia and hides.)
(Alia looks around, startled, confused.)
ALIA
(Suspiciously)
"Who's coming? What is this?"
(Zainkha, from a secure hiding spot, smiles gently at her.)
ZAINKHA
"A big game is about to begin, Princess. Our time is running out."
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SCENE: SNOWY AREA – DAY
(Alia sits quietly on the snow, wrapped in a thick coat. A soft, fur-lined blanket lies beside her. The snowstorm still rages, flurries whirling in the wind.)
(She closes her eyes, breathes deeply. No more fear. No more tears. When she opens her eyes, they're calm. The storm behind her roars, but she remains still.)
(Suddenly, a distant roar of a helicopter breaks through the air. Alia turns her head, a flicker of fire in her eyes.)
(The helicopter descends. A figure steps out slowly. Alia's hair blows wildly in the wind as she watches, unafraid.)
ALIA
(Calm, steady voice)
"He's here…"
(The person walks toward her, their face partially hidden. Alia stands, lifting her head, her posture full of determination.)
(Inside, Victor watches through his window, smoking, lost in thought.)
(Victor's face is clouded in sadness, struggling with inner conflict.)
(Alia walks slowly toward the figure from the helicopter, her fur-lined coat billowing in the wind.)
ALIA
(To herself)
"I won't lose. I'll carve my own path."
(The figure finally stands in front of her. Alia looks up — her expression icy, but a fire burns within.)
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SCENE: NEAR THE HELICOPTER – DAY
(An older man descends from the helicopter. His hair is silver-gray, his expression firm and composed. Alia stares at him, shocked.)
ALIA
(To herself, shocked)
"That's… Victor's father!"
(Suddenly, Margaret approaches and respectfully kisses the man's hand. Alia's eyes widen—realizing Victor lied. She had never even heard of this man.)
ALIA
(Whispering to herself)
"Victor… you lied to me… Why?"
MARGARET
(Respectfully)
"You are the head of our family. We will always honor you."
(Alia steps forward, bows respectfully.)
ALIA
(Gently)
"Sir, I honor you."
(She kisses his hand. The old man is slightly surprised, then smiles warmly.)
(Alia's eyes reflect pain and heartbreak, but her expression is composed.)
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SCENE: NEAR THE HELICOPTER – DAY
(As Victor's father steps closer, Alia notices a scar on his neck. Her face shows both shock and concern.)
ALIA
(Nervously)
"Sir… that scar on your neck… is that…?"
VICTOR'S FATHER
(Somberly)
"Yes, Alia. I didn't die. Fate gave me a second chance. This scar is from one of the darkest chapters of my life."
(Alia looks at him with compassion and newfound respect.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
(Softly smiling)
"My son's bride… how have you been?"
ALIA
(Sincerely)
"I'm well, sir. Thank you."
(She bows. Victor's father looks at her kindly.)
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SCENE: NEAR THE HELICOPTER – DAY
VICTOR'S FATHER
(With conviction)
"You are my son's bride, part of our royal bloodline. But I know the truth—you're CIA."
(Alia gasps, eyes wide, and asks—)
ALIA
"Who told you that?"
(Victor's father slowly points toward Margaret. Alia's face shifts—recognition dawning.)
ALIA
(To herself)
"Margaret… I met her in America… she's my ex's—"
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SCENE: VICTOR'S ROOM – NIGHT
(Victor stares out the window, eyes full of anger and confusion. He mutters to himself.)
VICTOR
(Heavy voice, to himself)
"I killed my father… but he's alive? What the hell is going on? And my mother… she never mentioned anything during our wedding…"
(Victor lowers his head, fists clenched, spiraling into internal chaos.)
SCENE: ALASKA – PRIVATE MOUNTAIN VILLA – EVENING
(A grand modern villa stands isolated in the heart of the Alaskan mountains, surrounded by glaciers and silence. Heavy snowfall covers everything. Above, the Northern Lights shimmer across the sky.)
(Inside, the living room is like a marble palace—ancient paintings hang on the walls, and a grand fireplace crackles warmly.)
(Alia enters with Victor's father and Margaret. Snow falls off their heavy coats.)
ALIA
(softly, with calm confidence)
"This villa is my private property—deep in Alaska, far from the world, far from anything familiar. No one can find us here."
(Victor's father looks around, visibly impressed but composed.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
(calmly)
"You're not just my son's wife anymore, Alia. You're a leader… a warrior. I saw it in you long ago."
(Margaret smiles faintly and sits down on a plush seat.)
MARGARET
(wiping a tear)
"I thought Alaska was cold… but this house—this warmth—it's melting old wounds."
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SCENE: INSIDE THE ALASKAN VILLA – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
(The chandelier's crystal light reflects off the marble floors. Victor's father stands silently near the window, watching the snowfall.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
(turning to Alia, surprised)
"How much is this place worth?"
ALIA
(casually)
"Four billion dollars, sir. Victor and I come here sometimes—when the world outside is on fire, we find shelter here."
(Suddenly, strange lights flicker outside. The Aurora Borealis dances across the sky.)
MARGARET
(whispers, looking out the window)
"Auroras… as beautiful as they are deceptive…"
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SCENE: ALASKA – VILLA BALCONY – NIGHT
(The Northern Lights swirl above the snowy mountains—green, purple, and blue waves painting the night sky.)
(Inside the darkened hallway, Alia stands alone. Light from the sky flickers in her eyes. She slowly opens the door and steps outside, wind tossing her hair.)
(She exhales, looking up. Suddenly, footsteps crunch the snow beside her. She turns—)
Victor stands there, lips trembling, guilt in his eyes.
ALIA
(disbelieving)
"Victor…?"
(Without a word, Victor steps forward and gently embraces her. His eyes close. Alia hesitates, then tears begin to roll down her cheeks.)
VICTOR
(softly)
"I don't know how to ask for forgiveness… but I know this—I'm nothing without you."
(Just then, Victor's father steps outside. His shawl flutters in the cold. His eyes are filled with shock and emotion.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
(softly, trembling)
"Victor…"
(Victor looks up at him slowly. His eyes filled with a storm of anger and confusion.)
VICTOR
(softly)
"You… I thought… I thought you were dead…"
VICTOR'S FATHER
(smiling gently, teary-eyed)
"I know this isn't easy for you… but I didn't come back just to hug you—I came to take your burden away."
(Victor remains silent, then slowly steps toward him. Pain on his face, but a hint of forgiveness in his eyes.)
VICTOR
(quietly)
"I think… it's finally time we talk."
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SCENE: ALASKAN VILLA – PRIVATE ROOM – NIGHT
(Victor, Alia, and Victor's father sit in a smaller, cozier room. The glow of the aurora shines through the window, casting an ethereal hue.)
ALIA
(calm but firm)
"I understand everything now. But sir… why did you really come here? Please tell us the truth."
(Victor's father pauses, takes a deep breath, then gives a faint, sorrowful smile.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
"The reason? It's because of what's been going on between Victor and Margaret. That… can't continue."
(Suddenly, the door bursts open. Armed men—dressed in dark garments, clearly mafia—storm in. The room is small, the tension instant.)
(Alia watches them calmly, then slowly smiles.)
ALIA
(smiling)
"Of course… you're welcome. But let me remind you—this house is mine. And I still control everything here."
(Victor's father looks disappointed. Victor's face hardens with unexpected resolve.)
VICTOR
(to Alia)
"I'm with you. Always."
(Alia rises slowly, eyes fixed on the weapons, body tense.)
ALIA
(confidently)
"Let's see who's really stronger."
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SCENE: OUTSIDE THE VILLA – NIGHT
(Alia steps into the snowstorm. The mafia men surround her. She remains calm and amused.)
ALIA
(smiling, in Russian)
"Ой, извините, ребята… кажется, у нас небольшая проблема, не так ли?"
("Oh, excuse me, guys… looks like we've got a little problem, don't we?")
(The men pause, slightly confused.)
ALIA
(sweetly, in Bengali)
"Do you really think I'll go down that easily? Got a place to sit while I take care of this?"
(The mafia exchange unsure glances.)
ALIA
(in Greek, smiling)
"Μην υποτιμάτε τις δυνάμεις μου. Αυτός ο τόπος είναι δικός μου."
("Don't underestimate my power. This place belongs to me.")
(Their expressions shift—from confusion to fear.)
ALIA
(raising her voice)
"Now learn what a real fight looks like!"
(She spins around and moves toward the villa where Victor and his father stand ready.)
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SCENE: OUTSIDE THE VILLA – CONTINUOUS
(The mafia men charge at her with weapons raised. Alia stands unshaken. Suddenly, she springs forward—kicking one man so hard he flies back.)
(The others hesitate. Alia takes a deep breath, then launches into action—fists flying, strikes precise. Every move is clean, brutal, and unstoppable.)
(She's untouchable—like a storm, dismantling the attackers one by one.)
(After the chaos, the snow is stained red. The men lie unconscious or defeated. Alia stands alone, her hand soaked in blood.)
(She looks at it, then slowly smiles—a soft, elegant, dangerous smile.)
ALIA
(tasting the air, challenging herself)
"This is only the beginning… Now, you'll see what a real war looks like."