But her voice trembles.
There's moisture in her eyes, and a quiet trace of pain at the corner of her lips.
Inside—she knows: "There is someone."
Alia pauses, narrowing her eyes, looking at Zainkha.
Her experienced gaze sees through it.
> ALIA (soft but direct):
"Your eyes are wet, Zainkha…
Are you thinking of someone?
Is there… someone?"
Zainkha stays quiet.
She lowers her head slightly and whispers—
> ZAINKHA:
"Even if there was…
He's not mine anymore."
---
EXT. MOSCOW CITY PARK – BENCH – DUSK
Hearing Zainkha's broken voice, Alia falls silent.
The wind carries a familiar scent—
A memory.
She closes her eyes… and remembers—
---
FLASHBACK – INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR – NIGHT
Back in high school.
A young, vibrant, free-spirited Alia.
Margaret stands beside her.
That night, swept up in emotion, the two find themselves incredibly close.
Margaret—her first—was Alia's first love.
Her first trust. Her first feeling.
---
FLASHBACK – INT. UNIVERSITY HOSTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Time has passed...
Act One: The Ghosts We Loved
INT. UNIVERSITY COMMON ROOM – NIGHT
ALIA sits silently. Her eyes are distant — haunted.
ZAINKHA joins her, quietly. Sits next to her.
Places a hand on her shoulder.
ALIA breaks down.
> ALIA (tearful, barely audible):
"I was lost in everyone… All I ever wanted was love."
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK BENCH – PRESENT DAY – NIGHT
ALIA wipes a tear. She turns away from no one, as if ashamed her memory betrayed her.
VICTOR watches from a distance. Comes and silently sits beside her.
He places a hand on her shoulder.
> ALIA (soft, broken whisper):
"I was only trying to find love in a world that sold bullets cheaper."
Act Two: Throne of Ice
INT. ALIA'S MAFIA HQ – PRIVATE OFFICE – JANUARY NIGHT
Outside, snow drips gently over a violent city.
Inside:
A sleek black pistol.
A glass of red wine.
An old photo — Alia, Ava, and the two fathers.
Eyes cold. Soul colder.
> BODYGUARD (off-screen, respectful):
"Madam, two 'old ones' are here. Margaret and Zainkha."
ALIA slowly turns. A smirk dances on her lips.
> ALIA (icy):
"They're just a little late to the revolution, don't you think?"
She stands, smooth, flawless.
> ALIA (to herself, barely audible):
"I'm not that girl anymore... I am the queen of this fucking kingdom."
INT. MAFIA STRATEGY ROOM – MIDNIGHT
CIA files.
Smoke.
Knives on the table.
Wine half-empty. Intentions full.
> ALIA:
"These files aren't paper... they're leverage."
> MARGARET:
"So who dies first? Or should I say — who gets bought first?"
> ZAINKHA:
"Just give me the list. Blood or bribe — doesn't matter."
> ALIA (smirking):
"This time, we don't work alone. This time, we build an empire."
> MARGARET:
"Three minds. One war."
> ZAINKHA:
"Let the world be our chessboard."
> ALIA (whispering as she closes the CIA file):
"Game on."
INT. ALIA'S PERSONAL LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
ALIA reclines — part warlord, part goddess.
Black velvet sofa.
Brown three-piece suit.
Unbuttoned shirt revealing just enough of the phoenix tattoo.
Cigarette in one hand. Chinese tea in the other.
Her maid, MARIA, stands silently, folding the jacket.
> ALIA (cool, with smoke):
"They think love made me soft.
Let them believe that."
A phone lights up on the table.
TEXT:
> 🔐 Margaret: Target confirmed. Z is in.
ALIA flicks ash, smirks.
> ALIA:
"Let the empire rebuild itself… under my name."
She laughs suddenly — loud, wild, victorious.
> ALIA (manic joy):
"HAAAAAAA! Oh men… f***!"
Door knock.
BODYGUARD enters.
> BODYGUARD:
"Madam… Zhenya has arrived."
ALIA freezes.
> ALIA:
"Zhenya?"
(narrowed eyes)
"Which Zhenya?"
> BODYGUARD:
"He said… you'd know him. From before."
ALIA rises. Straightens shirt.
Eyes burn like molten steel.
> ALIA (muttering):
"Old ghosts walk in daylight now..."
INT. LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Zhenya enters.
Tall. Calm. Deadly.
MARIA backs off, terrified. ALIA stands, unreadable.
> ALIA:
"Maria… who is that?"
> MARIA (shivering):
"He's… really Zhenya, ma'am. But… he didn't come alone."
ALIA steps forward.
> ALIA:
"Who are you? Why are you here?
Don't think I'll flinch."
She smiles slightly, then switches to Russian:
> ALIA (in Russian):
"Ты думаешь, я боюсь тебя? Да пошёл ты к чёрту!" (You think I'm afraid of you? Go to hell!)
Zhenya grins, then replies in flawless Russian:
> ZHENYA:
"Ха-ха-ха… Ты думаешь, это всё? Это только начало." (You think this is it? This is just the beginning.)
They fight — 23 minutes of ballet violence.
A scratch. Blood. Sweat.
ALIA stumbles, whispers:
> ALIA (half-laughing):
"It's okay… I'm fine, darling."
Zhenya sees the phoenix tattoo on her chest.
Reaches. Touches.
ALIA snaps.
> ALIA:
"That's private airspace."
KICK.
Zhenya falls, gasping.
> ALIA (standing over him):
"You don't enter my world without clearance."
ALIA places her stiletto heel on Zhenya's chest.
> ALIA:
"Full name. Now."
> ZHENYA (out of breath):
"Zhenya Ivanov."
> ALIA (cold):
"Why are you here? Really."
> ZHENYA (grinning):
"Sexy queen… you're hard to resist."
He stares again at the phoenix tattoo.
> ALIA:
"What do you want?"
Tension builds. Suddenly—
Door opens. Heavy boots.
VICTOR enters.
Eyes like steel. Behind him, two armed guards.
Zhenya freezes.
> ZHENYA (nervous):
"Victor… I didn't know—
She's your wife? Sh*t. I'm sorry. Deeply."
VICTOR stares. Silent.
> VICTOR:
"You touch what's mine… you lose your hands."
Zhenya goes pale.
> VICTOR (steps closer):
"She's my wife in name…
But her soul?
I guard it with my blood."
Zhenya stands, shaken.
> VICTOR (soft menace):
"Leave now.
Or die slowly."
Zhenya turns, pauses at the door.
> ZHENYA:
"I'll return… if I survive."
Leaves. Silence.
ALIA turns to Victor, voice like ice.
> ALIA:
"Who is he?"
> VICTOR (quietly):
"Once one of us.
Now… broken."
INT. SECRET SILICON VALLEY LAB – NIGHT
ADIA, hoodie, glasses.
Eyes like servers — deep, fast, calculating.
She types.
> ADIA (to herself):
"They thought it was over.
But I never delete Plan B."
She hits Enter.
> 💻 PHOENIX PROTOCOL – ACTIVATED
CIA servers crash.
Mafia accounts burn.
Government IDs glitch.
She looks at camera.
> ADIA:
"My name is Adia.
I don't just code. I write history."
---
🎬 Final Scene: New Game Plus
EXT. ROOFTOP – NIGHT
ALIA. ZAINKHA. MARGARET. ADIA.
Behind them, old empires burn.
In front — their new kingdom.
> ALIA (final voice):
"Game over?
No... this is just New Game Plus."
🎵 Music rises.
BLACKOUT.
ROLL CREDITS.
SCENE 1: "Queen on the Move"
Location: Moscow, Russia
Date: February 14 — Valentine's Day
Time: 4:45 PM
Background Music: Light Russian classical — Tchaikovsky playing softly.
The scene begins with the arrival of Alia, Viktor, and their team at an exclusive, opulent hotel in Moscow.
A luxury garage, palace-like in architecture.
A car rolls to a stop — a custom black vehicle.
The driver opens the door. Alia steps out.
Her attire is war-ready, yet couture:
A structured black corset top layered over a white satin shirt, fitted like armor
High-waisted jet black trousers, tailored sharp — like they could cut glass
Hair tied in a high sculpted bun with two strands falling loosely — soft but strategic
Black sunglasses, deep maroon lipstick
Leather gloves on her hands, steel-heeled boots on her feet
Behind her —
3 black SUVs. Each filled with armed bodyguards.
She moves like a shadow. Inside the vehicle — only the faint scent of perfume, and a silent bouquet of red roses left near the seat.
SCENE 2: "Private Jet — Sky Above, Loyalty Below"
Location: Moscow Private Terminal
Time: 5:25 PM
Sunlight glows across the private jet's body.
A Mercedes stops next to the aircraft.
Alia steps out.
As she climbs the stairs, the camera follows her from behind.
From inside the plane, someone emerges —
Viktor.
He's dressed in a custom dark navy suit, hair slicked back, light stubble on his jaw.
> Viktor (half-smile):
"You know you're not flying for love.
You're flying to flip the chessboard."
Alia settles into her seat, lifting a glass of wine. She glances at Viktor.
> Alia:
"It's Valentine's Day, fine — a little romance.
But my romance is named… war."
Viktor smirks.
The jet takes off into the golden sky.
SCENE 3: "Monaco — Enter the Queen"
Location: Monaco Airport → Royales Harbour
Time: 7:55 PM
The jet lands.
Lights shimmer all around.
Luxury yachts docked in still waters. European elites stroll along the piers.
Alia steps down from the jet, flanked by bodyguards. Viktor walks beside her.
Camera zooms in on her full look — the Corset Dress glows under the evening lights.
Her walk — smooth, poised, and dangerous.
Every movement says: "I'm not here to blend in. I'm here to take over."
SCENE 4: "Arrival at the Crown"
Location: Monaco – Hôtel du Couronne ("The Crown Hotel")
Time: 8:25 PM
Mood: Luxurious, mysterious, calculated
Monaco streets sparkle like a dream.
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghinis, Maybachs — all glide past as if part of the everyday scenery.
A black Mercedes-Maybach pulls up in front of a grand hotel.
The doorman rushes to open the door.
Alia steps out.
Wearing:
The iconic corset outfit
Satin shirt tucked neatly into structured black trousers
Red lips, loose hair, stilettos clicking with authority
Behind her:
Viktor (in a dark blue suit, his gaze alert)
3 bodyguards, suits and silver earpieces
Maria, her loyal attendant, arms full with Louis Vuitton luggage
5 other young operatives, sharp and silent
Inside the hotel:
"Hôtel du Couronne" — Monaco's most elite and secretive hotel.
Golden doors. Glass floors. Walls painted in shades of black and gold.
A well-trained receptionist bows deeply.
Receptionist (softly):
"Madame Alia… the Imperial Suite is ready."
"And Mr. Viktor — as always."
Alia doesn't respond.
She simply hands over a gold card.
The receptionist takes it — hands trembling.
—
🛏️ Inside the Imperial Suite:
An entire floor — reserved.
Floor-to-ceiling glass walls with ocean views.
Private jacuzzi. Personal bar. A hidden meeting room.
White roses. Silk curtains. Clean, cold elegance.
Alia walks to the bed and sits down.
She doesn't have to ask —
Maria kneels silently and removes her heels.
> Alia (quietly):
"Three days. Three nights.
Everything will change."
Viktor stands nearby.
> Viktor (a knowing smile):
"You know… in 1987, an empire fell in this hotel."
"This time, no one will even notice… a new one is rising."
Alia looks toward the ocean.
> Alia:
"They think I came to rest.
I came to burn the stage down."
Scene Ends: The Queen is settled. Now begins the strategy. Location: Hôtel du Couronne – Imperial Suite
Time: 10:35 PM
Mood: Midnight quiet, glowing city lights, and the start of a strange game
The suite is dimly lit.
Ocean waves shimmer through the glass walls.
Soft jazz plays in the background.
Alia, in a white silk robe, reclines on the bed. A glass of red wine in her hand.
Viktor lounges on the sofa — smiling, but with a mystery behind his eyes.
> Alia (without turning):
"Why are you smiling, Viktor?"
He sips his wine.
Then leans forward, voice calm, amused.
> Viktor (smirking):
"You once said you're the white cat."
"But in my eyes… you're black."
Alia turns to look at him — eyes half-teasing, half-menacing.
> Alia (softly):
"Black cats bring bad luck, Viktor."
"Are you… scared?"
Viktor stands, walks to the window.
Staring out at the sea of lights, he replies:
> Viktor:
"Not scared.
Just… convinced.
That you're the kind of cat
who walks in and wrecks the whole room."
Alia smiles silently.
She knows — the game has begun.
Scene End
Two players have stepped onto the board.
The color of the cat doesn't matter.
Its claws do.