As her feet emerge from the car, the world seems to stop for a moment.
Her soft smile, her confidence—
she seems like the best mafia boss, whose arrival makes everyone go cold.
But the real surprise is Alia.
Looking at her, it seems she is a Russian mafia lord lady,
who, once she steps on the stage, the world will stop.
Her velvet-colored dress and that platinum watch—
she walks like a legendary mafia whisperer, with that fiery gaze on her shoulders.
Alia gets out and walks towards the stage—
the trust and commitment of the three of them are a silent promise of power.
The bodyguards standing in front of the huge door stare at them.
There is surprise in their eyes.
Who are they? So many different styles, so much power—how are they all here together?
For a moment, the whole crowd stops.
Some people miss it, others come forward.
Some people take out their mobile phones and take pictures.
A journalist in a yellow shirt comes forward and, looking at Alia, says—
"Mafia Lady Alia, right?"
Alia takes a step forward, looks him in the eye, and says—
"Aha, you've understood.
But I'm not just a mafia lady—
I am history.
And today, you will know—where the fire will roar."
Everyone stops.
Some other guests are peeking from the window.
Some people are listening carefully, some are alert.
But Alia, ZAINKHA, and Margaret—they walk silently,
like royalty, with each firm step.
At this moment, a new era begins.
Scene cut.
At the hotel's celebrity party, everyone stops for a moment,
just as Alia and her companions enter, a hard but gentle shock comes.
At the sound of the door opening, everyone's attention suddenly turns—
to a high-ranking, confident, powerful man.
Victor, Alia's husband, the Russian mafia lord. A bloody smile on his face, a cold but terrifying glint in his eyes.
He enters the stage, wearing sunglasses, and a golden suit on his shoulders.
An unusual silence spreads through everyone.
Alia looks at him in a way that seems to bring back the emotions of a relationship from a bygone era.
Victor comes closer to Alia and extends his hand,
and that old fire and gentle love are in his eyes—
this ambivalence returns for a few moments.
He kisses Alia on the lips.
The world stops for just a moment—
two people, who were once a part of each other,
are reunited, and the fire of that first love returns.
But this kiss has a different kind of power.
This is not just a kiss of love—it is also a signal of power, hatred, and conflict.
Victor touches Alia's cheek, and a serious smile spreads across his lips.
That old affection is heard in his voice, and some secret signal—
"You can never forget me, Alia."
Alia, with that slight smile on her lips, and fire in her eyes,
says—"Victor, do you think I will still be under your rule?"
Now the whole party is silent,
Victor and Alia are in an invisible war.
Victor's voice gets a little louder—
"If you think I can let you go, you are wrong.
This is just a game, Lady."
Now Alia stands, silent for a second.
There is some fire, some envy in her eyes,
and her walk is such that she knows—this party is just the beginning of an existence.
The next scene—Victor and Alia
in a great, mysterious game of conflict.
In this kiss and in these words,
is it a symbol of protection or a game of power?
Now the presence of Margaret and ZAINKHA is pulled in—
both suddenly look at each other
and move on the boundary between trust and doubt. Scene cut.
In the VIP suite of the Stella di Mosca
on a high floor where the world's most powerful people sit,
Alia, Victor, Margaret, ZAINKHA, and another companion—
all are seated around a massive, glistening glass table.
Cigarette smoke rises all around,
and a strange symphony plays a soft tune, as if the situation is intensifying.
Kaleidoscopic light spreads inside,
as if new decisions are about to be made at any moment.
Victor takes a glass in his hand and says with a slight smile—
"Tonight, Alia—you've set a new challenge for us,
but we know you were never a small-time player."
Alia gives a cold smile from the corner of her eye,
there is an invisible intensity in her voice that makes it clear
everything is under her control.
She takes a cup in her hand, her smile ceases for a second,
a burning objective in her eyes—
but everything seems like a silent, mysterious game.
Alia looks him in the eye and says—
"Tonight, before we reach our next destination,
I will ask an important question."
Everyone's gaze is on her—Victor, ZAINKHA, Margaret—
a flicker in their eyes, a glimpse of a huge game to come.
Alia pauses for a moment, a faint smile on the corner of her lips—
"Tonight we will take stock of the assets of all five of us,
who gets what, who will wield power over whom,
and against whom we will work—
those in whose eyes there is no strength, but only the fear of survival."
Victor looks intently at the golden liquid in the glass he holds,
then says in a grave voice—
"Do you know, Alia—
I control those whose assets I control.
But I don't know the terms on which this entity will draw everyone in by the end of the night."**
ZAINKHA Scene cut.
A serious discussion is underway in the hotel's VIP suite.
Four extremely high-ranking, powerful individuals are sitting here,
in a silent moment, light and shadow are intertwined.
The more someone speaks, the more it feels like a big catastrophe is about to happen.
Alia, silently and confidently,
holds her cup and looks at everyone one by one.
There is no change in her expression, but there is intensity in her voice.
Then she says gravely—
"Victor, you know, our assets are never just numbers.
But today the importance of these numbers will be determined.
Your Victor—300 billion."
Victor stops for a second,
with some disbelief, some unease in his eyes.
However, he gives her a light smile without reacting.
He simply says—
"That's correct. But I never thought we'd be in a situation like this,
your number will only help me, Alia."
Alia again says seriously—
"And for me, 400 billion."
Hearing this, Victor looks at her somewhat surprised,
a trace of suspicion on his eyes.
But he remains silent, because he knows that Alia is a powerful mafia lady,
and she cannot be underestimated in this empire.
But a surprise came when Margaret stood up and said,
"And my assets, Alia?
You thought, what have I sold?"
Margaret paused for a second and said with a serious face—
"Your Victor is 300 billion,
but I have 200 billion in my pocket!"
ZAINKHA was standing silently then,
as if an invisible burning fire was in his eyes.
He just takes a breath without saying anything,
and then declares—
"And me, 500 billion!"
The three of them are taken aback at once.
This huge difference, these astonishing numbers—
this is completely unexpected.
ZAINKHA—as their opponent, such a huge amount of assets?
This is like a revolution.
Victor is surprised,
suspicion and excitement are clear in his eyes.
"Are you joking, ZAINKHA?"
Victor doesn't know where this person got 500 billion from—but now a question arises in front of him—do we really trust everyone?
Margaret brings a slight smile to the corner of her lips and says—
"Okay, all the money we have could be a plan for another day.
But you can think—do you want to give so many assets to someone
who could become our enemy?"
Alia looks suspiciously and says—
"None of us are enemies, Margaret.
But with the power of this wealth, I know, we must bring everyone on the same path to accomplish our goal."
Everyone calms down a bit, but now the whole room is trying to understand the whole situation—
because this is how wealth can pass from one hand to another,
and in the same way, the leadership of the world can change.
This is not just an economy, but a game of politics.
His forehead wrinkles for a second, and he says quietly—
"But Alia, knowing each other's strength is advantageous for us,
even if we have to work against each other."