Then—
Victor kisses her neck.
A soft, deep kiss—filled with silence and something more ancient than words.
Alia freezes. Her eyes slowly begin to close.
She trembles at first—
then, slowly... she lets go.
Victor lowers his eyes.
They fall on Alia's chest—
A tattoo.
A blue phoenix.
Its wings aflame with rippling fire.
Victor doesn't cry.
But something breaks quietly inside him.
> He lets go.
There's no going back to the past now.
Only this present remains.
> Alia (whispering, breathless, after the kiss):
"You… you're never going to stop, are you?"
Victor opens his eyes, his hand still softly on her cheek.
> Victor (gently, with something almost sacred in his voice):
"No…
I don't want to."
A long silence.
In the air—nothing but stillness.
No more dialogue, no more war.
Just a sacred quiet between them.
INT. RADDISSON RUSSIAN HOTEL – NIGHT
An Audi pulls up. They step out.
Inside: a grand dining hall. Chandeliers spill golden light across velvet tables. A violin ensemble hums in the distance.
Alia sits by the window.
Outside—Moscow's frozen night, snow reflecting the city's glow.
She wears a black slim dress, draped with a fur shawl. On her wrist—Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime.
Her hair cascades loose, lips painted deep red, a Grecian clip holding one side.
Victor sits across. Black blazer over a white shirt, first button undone. No sunglasses tonight—his eyes cold, metallic gray, flickering in candlelight.
A waiter pours wine.
Alia eats, Victor only stares.
> Alia (finally, smiling faintly)
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Victor raises his glass slowly.
> Victor (low voice)
"Tonight feels calm…
But I know there's no calm inside."
Alia laughs softly—yet her eyes hide secrets.
> Alia
"So? Do you really think there's peace for us here?"
Silence.
Even the music seems to pause.
Victor leans in, candlelight trembling in his gaze.
> Victor
"If there isn't peace…
Then at least tonight, I only want you."
Alia circles her glass with a finger.
Her lips curl into a faint red smile—while a shiver runs down her spine. RADDISSON RUSSIAN HOTEL – NIGHT – DINNER TABLE
Victor's eyes flicker with the candlelight. He slowly looks at Alia, holding his breath.
Alia smiles faintly, but inside there's tension and curiosity—a strange, magnetic intrigue in her gaze.
> Alia (softly, curious tone)
"Are you trying to tell me something, Victor?"
Victor pauses for a moment. His hand brushes the glass handle unconsciously.
> Victor (after a silence, deep voice)
"I… I want you to know, tonight is just ours. The past, the future—it all stops. Only this moment."
Alia's heart races. In Victor's eyes, she finds a strange mixture of strength and tenderness.
> Alia (softly, as if speaking to themselves)
"Just tonight? Do you really understand what that means?"
Victor smiles lightly, an unusual warmth glimmering in his eyes.
> Victor
"I only want you—and no one else."
The hotel seems to hold its breath. Lights, music, everything melts into a single focus: the two of them.
Alia shifts slightly in her chair, her eyes a mix of curiosity and a shiver of anticipation.
> Alia (softly, teasingly)
"And if I don't… what will you do?"
Victor's lips curl faintly. He steps toward her silently. His eyes hold a cold mystery mixed with an inexplicable warmth.
> Victor (soft voice, whispering in her ear)
"I… will do something with you… that will make you cry."
Alia freezes for a moment—her body trembles, her heart pounding. Every step, every breath, every touch draws the moment tighter, almost unbearably.
Alia suddenly rises. Her eyes show fear and hesitation.
> Alia (trembling)
"I can't, Victor…"
Victor's eyes flash. He says nothing—he just moves closer.
Alia tries to step back, but the moment his hand touches her shoulder, she stops.
> Victor (deep, steady voice)
"Alia…"
Victor gently but firmly takes her hand and pulls her. Surprised, Alia gasps.
> Alia (wide-eyed, daring)
"Victor! What are you doing?!"
Victor continues toward her slowly. Today, there's no hesitation—only an irresistible pull.
Alia's heart races. The tension of standing still against Victor's calm yet compelling presence creates a strange, intimate peace within her.
Victor leans in, brushing his lips against hers. They laugh, startled, as Victor unexpectedly pulls her toward the elevator. The glass doors slowly close.
Alia looks back and shouts:
> Alia (panicked, frightened)
"Victor… don't do this!"
Victor says nothing. His eyes are cold, determined, yet strangely gentle. The elevator's soft light makes his blue eyes and white hair glow even more.
The elevator reaches the top floor. The VIP room doors open—lavishly decorated, candles lit, golden light bathing the space in romance.
Victor approaches slowly, still holding Alia's hand.
> Victor (soft voice, whispering)
"I just want… you to feel me here. Right here."
Alia hesitates, but Victor's intensity and magnetic gaze hold her in place.
> Alia (whispering, terrified)
"Victor… do you understand what I'm saying? Don't do this!"
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INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT
Alia steps inside, standing as Victor watches. Her eyes mix fear, hesitation, and strange excitement.
> Alia (trembling, looking at the door)
"Don't… Victor, don't close the door!"
Victor approaches slowly. His gaze is a mix of cold determination and gentle allure.
He smiles faintly, as if always challenging her.
> Victor (soft voice, close)
"I just want this moment to be ours…"
Alia steps back, hand on the door lock.
> Alia (distant, panicked)
"Victor… the door… Victor, I'm telling you, don't!"
Victor's eyes soften strangely—but he glances at the door, as if to reassure her:
> Victor (whispering, hand on her shoulder)
"Just one moment… I understand. I'll never force you."
Alia's heart pounds. She realizes Victor's calm determination tests her fear, while showing deep attraction at the same time.
She tries to step back, hand reaching for the door. Victor moves closer, his hand brushing her waist.
Suddenly, he nudges her gently toward the bed.
Alia jumps, her foot hitting the bed. Her eyes widen, a mix of fear and surprise.
> Alia (shouting, terrified)
"Victor! What are you doing?!"
Victor shows no fear—only irresistible attraction and certainty. He moves toward her slowly, hand on her shoulder.
> Victor (softly, whispering in her ear)
"Relax… I won't do anything unless you want it."
Alia's heart races. She wants to move—step back—but Victor's presence and the intensity of his gaze hold her in place.
INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT – CUT SCENE
The scene cuts. Candlelight casts soft shadows on the walls.
Alia sits by the bed, her eyes wet, breathing unevenly.
> Alia (crying, voice trembling)
"Victor… I… I can't…"
Victor stands back, showing no anger—only profound sadness and gentle care.
He moves closer, brushing her shoulder lightly.
> Victor (soft, steady voice)
"Relax… I know it's hard. I won't ask for anything you don't want."
Alia's cries echo in the room. She looks at Victor—fear, hesitation, and attraction all at once.
Victor gently holds her head, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
> Victor (soft, whispering)
"I'm here… only for you. You are not alone."
Alia pauses, tears streaming, chest pounding. She realizes Victor's combination of strength and tenderness creates a powerful moment—breaking through some of her fear.
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INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT – EMOTIONAL CLIMAX
Alia's body shakes. She collapses by the bed, crying heavily.
> Alia (sobbing, voice breaking)
"I… I can't anymore, Victor… 😭😭😭"
Victor pauses. His chest heaves. He kneels beside her, unsure if he should touch her.
> Victor (soft voice, whispering)
"Alia… look at me. You are not alone. Not ever."
Alia shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands, crying.
Victor gently touches her cheek, eyes full of tender care.
> Victor (softly)
"Let it out… cry… scream… whatever you need. I'm here. Always."
Alia leans into his touch, crying fully. Her emotions pour out in one instant.
Victor holds her firmly—but gently. Alia feels safe, her fear slowly fading.
INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT – CUT SCENE
The scene cuts.
Alia lies slowly beside Victor, eyes closed, breathing deep and even, finally asleep.
Victor sits quietly beside her. His eyes no longer hold desire—only softness and an unusual calm.
Candlelight falls on Alia's face. Her hair spreads over the bed. Her hand rests gently on her neck.
Victor slowly strokes her head, as if trying to hold onto this moment forever.
> Victor (softly, whispering)
"Goodnight, Alia… I'm here. Everything's alright."
Outside, the cold night wind brushes the curtains. Silence, candlelight, and Alia's deep sleep create a safe, intimate, and emotionally charged moment.