SCENE: ALASKA – LUXURY BEDROOM – NIGHT
(Two days have passed. The snowfall has stopped, but the sky remains gloomy. Alia's villa is silent. Viktor's father has returned to Russia; no one knows where Margaret is.)
(Alia sits alone in a vast, modern bedroom. The firelight flickers against wooden walls. Aurora Borealis casts shimmering colors across the floor by the window.)
(She holds an old leather diary... seated comfortably on a sofa, she slowly flips through its pages.)
ALIA
(whispering to herself)
"Zainkha… are you still out there somewhere? Do you still remember me?"
(As she opens a page, an old photo slips out — Alia and Zainkha, both young, in uniforms. Their smiles are strikingly intense, as if they had found love amid war.)
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FLASHBACK SCENE: BAKU, AZERBAIJAN – SIX YEARS AGO – NIGHT
(Alia was 21, sent for a small operation. Zainkha, 24, worked undercover as a CIA agent.)
(In a dim corner of an old tapered bar, Alia and Zainkha sit, a secret heat between them. Their eyes hold fear, love, and an unusual confidence.)
ZAINKHA
(softly, with a Russian accent)
"You know this relationship is illegal... beyond my protocol..."
ALIA
(looking without averting her gaze, calmly)
"My life has always been beyond rules... I only wanted to be true by loving you."
(Their gloved hands touch, fingers searching for each other. Outside, explosions sound. Though the world was breaking, their feelings were whole.)
ZAINKHA
(gravely)
"If I get lost one day… remember, I wanted to protect you. Above all else... beyond countries, beyond enmity."
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BACK TO PRESENT: ALASKA – BEDROOM – NIGHT
(Alia holds the photo tightly. She suddenly turns on a device resembling an old audio recorder. Zainkha's voice plays — an old mission report.)
ZAINKHA'S VOICE (RECORDING)
"...Target secured. Agent A safe. Mission compromised. I repeat, compromised. They're coming for her next. If I don't make it—tell her I never stopped loving her..."
(Alia's eyes well up. She switches off the device. Her voice is soft but firm.)
ALIA
(quietly to herself)
"I haven't forgotten you, Zainkha… but where have you gone?"
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SCENE: UNKNOWN LOCATION – NIGHT – RUSSIA?
(In a dark container, frozen with cold, a figure slowly sits up. Shackled, bearded, eyes tired… but those eyes are familiar — Zainkha.)
(A Russian guard opens the door.)
RUSSIAN GUARD
"You're lucky to be alive, CIA. But your time's almost up."
(Zainkha smiles faintly, wiping blood from her face.)
ZAINKHA
(softly, to herself)
"Alia… I'm coming… once more, for the last time."
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SCENE: ALASKA – BEDROOM – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)
(Alia stands by the window, looking out into the dark, snow-covered valley. She still holds the old photo — of herself and Zainkha. The air is filled with a strange silence.)
(Sound of a door opening behind her. Viktor enters quietly, his face weary, eyes full of hurt and deep love.)
(He approaches Alia without a word and stands before her. Alia startles and turns, tears streaming down.)
VICTOR
(softly, solemnly)
"Did you think I left? I can't leave you alone, Alia."
(Before she can speak, Viktor gently lifts her into his arms. Silence falls between them — only heartbeats audible.)
ALIA
(shaken, voice trembling)
"Viktor… why have you come back all of a sudden?"
VICTOR
(eyes deep with meaning)
"Because I know how strong you are, and how alone you are inside. I want to be by your side... again.
My love... Alia, I don't want to lose even your shadow."
(Alia's eyes fill with tears but she says nothing. She simply looks at Viktor. He holds her tight.)
(Camera slowly zooms out — snow begins falling again, and in the distance, the sound of a helicopter fades.)
(Alia whispers softly...)
ALIA
(to herself)
"Viktor… you've returned. But have I found myself again?"
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SCENE: ALASKA – PRIVATE BEDROOM – NIGHT
(The Aurora Borealis lights up Alia's window. Outside, the snowfall has stopped, but the icy cold wind beats against the glass. Inside, the warm firelight bathes the room in soft red-gold hues.)
(Alia is still silent. She opens a small wooden box and pulls out a long, expensive cigarette from Japan. Slowly, she lights it with a golden lighter.)
(Smoke curls down to the floor, moving slowly as if time has stopped.)
(Viktor stands behind her, slowly removing his shirt, revealing old scars. His eyes tired but face strangely peaceful.)
(Alia exhales smoke, looking at him with a faint mocking smile but tired love in her eyes.)
ALIA
(softly, low voice)
"The scars on your body hurt my heart... but I know I don't just love the body... you know that too."
(Viktor says nothing. He moves toward the bed and lies down. Moonlight falls on his face. He closes his eyes.)
(Alia slowly rises, sets the cigarette aside. Her gaze holds hesitation and deep thought.)
(She doesn't approach him, instead turns back toward the window where the Aurora dances.)
(The scene slowly fades.)
CUT TO BLACK.
Four months have passed. Alia had long ago ended the war in Alaska and moved to Russia. Much has changed in these four months, yet some memories still float before her eyes.
Suddenly today — she saw Victor. Sitting at a distance, as if deep in thought. His assistant came up and said, "Sir, someone is calling you."
Victor turned his head and said, "Tell them, I don't recognize them."
Then slowly, he moved toward a huge palace-like mansion. After pushing open the door and stepping inside, it felt like entering a different world altogether.
Inside the palace, in a royal chamber, sat a woman. She was wearing a heavy red nitrous-like outfit, lounging half-reclined in a chair, her foot resting comfortably in a slipper. In her hand was an expensive kiseru (Japanese pipe), from which smoke was rising slowly, blending into the mist-like breath in the room.
She wore thick-framed glasses and had a mysterious smile on her lips.
Who is this woman? And why is Victor so surprised?
Victor's eyes froze. The woman sitting in front of him — glasses on her eyes, smoke trailing from her lips, half-reclined regally in the red nitrous — was none other than Alia. His wife.
"Al… Alia?" Victor's voice cracked.
Alia slowly exhaled smoke and said, "You finally understand."
Around her, several men in black clothes floated like shadows — armed, cold-eyed. One stepped forward and stood before Victor. In a deep voice, he said,
"She is now our mistress. The only lord girl of the Russian mafia. Who are you?"
Victor was stunned and stepped back.
"Alia… you? But we—"
Alia looked silently at him. Her eyes held no softness now, only the glow of a strict ruler.
"War changes many things, Victor. I have changed too. And you… you are very late."
Victor's eyes were cold, but his voice burned.
"You're CIA, Alia. I recommended you for that program myself. You were the legal advisor to the Korean ambassador, and now you sit in Russia, a mafia lord hiding behind legitimate business? Tell me, how many masks do you wear to survive?"
Alia smiled faintly. There was no fear in her cold eyes, only a kind of contempt.
"And you? Are you just a soldier? No, you are a mafia lord yourself, just like me. After the war, you transformed your military unit into a business arm. And now you question me?"
Victor stepped forward.
"But we were together, Alia. We dreamed together, remember?"
Alia slowly stood up. The shadow of red nitrous fell on the marble floor. The kiseru in her hand slowly went out.
"We dreamed, Victor. But reality is much more expensive now. And much more dangerous."
The bodyguards behind her grew even more alert. The tension in the room tightened.
Victor slowly smiled. It was the smile more terrifying than tears.
"You... you are a dangerous woman, Alia. A masked devil," his voice mixed with pain and sarcasm.
Alia no longer sat. She slowly moved toward Victor, removed her glasses, and placed them on his lips. Her eyes were like a storm — full of resentment, experience, and the woman Victor once knew as his wife, but no longer recognized.
"Yes, I am a masked devil," Alia said in a cold voice,
"But I'm not a deceiver like you, Victor. At least I don't stab anyone in the name of love."
Victor was silent. But his eyes softened not even a bit. In those eyes was a war—not outside, but inside.
"You don't know what you're saying," he whispered.
Alia replied coldly,
"I know everything. Your secret arms deals, contracts with countries on the blacklist, even that 'Operation Silent Rain' placed over my head—I know all."
For a moment, silence fell in the room.
Victor slowly said,
"If you know all… then you know who will have the last laugh in this game?"
Alia looked at him briefly and smiled softly.
"The one who laughs last is usually the loneliest."
A sudden spark of something different flashed in Alia's eyes. Before Victor could say anything, she said,
"I am a mother, Victor... who sent her own child to another country."
Victor stopped. His eyes narrowed.
Alia slowly turned and looked toward the window. Outside, the Russian sky was still gray.
"I am making them like you. Like me. Masked. Strong. And cold-headed."
A pause.
"They will come, Victor. In the future. Then neither you nor I will control the game anymore."
Victor's voice no longer trembled but was steady.
"You put your own child into the game, Alia?"
Alia slowly turned around. The shadow of a cigarette was gone from her lips; now there was a kind of proud determination.
"This world won't let them live unless they learn to play the game. I'm just teaching them early."
A sudden dangerous light appeared in Alia's eyes. A cold, intense, strange smile rose on her lips—which made Victor's chest tremble a little.
She slowly stepped closer to Victor.
Raising a hand, she gently touched Victor's shirt. Her finger slowly traced down his chest.
She looked into his eyes and said in a cold voice,
"My love…"
For a moment, time seemed to stop.
There was some uncertainty in Victor's eyes—he didn't know if this was love or a threat.
Alia whispered again,
"You don't know how poisonous this love can be."
Then she slowly turned her face to look outside the window. At that moment, lightning flashed in the sky.
A black SUV entered the palace gate.
Victor squinted and said,
"Have they... arrived?"
Alia didn't even blink, just tapped her eyes once and said,
"It's only the beginning, Victor. Now the real game begins."
Alia stood on the palace rooftop as Victor's car drove away from the palace in the distance.
Suddenly, Margaret's voice came over the radio:
"Vicky is leaving Russia. Nikola is waiting on his route. Do you give permission?"
Alia closed her eyes for a moment, then said softly,
"Allow Nikola to observe only. Do not stop him. This is his own war."
At that moment, Victor stood in the basement locker room, giving orders to his mafia league men.
"All communication is under my control from now on. No one trusts anyone. Not even me."
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Scene: "Split Paths, Same Blood"
[INT – ROOFTOP OF RUSSIAN PALACE – NIGHT]
Alia stands on the palace rooftop. The cold wind sways her red nitrous outfit. The car lights fade into the distance.
In her earpiece, the last words echo—
"Vicky has crossed the border."
Alia closes her eyes once. Her lips move—
"Let him."
[INT – BASEMENT COMMAND ROOM – SAME TIME]
Victor stands below, in front of his table. Maps, monitors, weapons all around. Someone asks,
"What about Alia?"
Victor looks away and says,
"She moves. I move. That's how it's always been."
[SPLIT SCREEN – Alia and Victor — two different places but the same time, eyes closed, breathing in the same rhythm.]
Fear, resentment, betrayal — amidst all, one truth remains:
Though apart, they are still "together."