Scene Cut – A Glimpse of the Past
(Screen fades softly. A golden hue washes over the screen as we move into memories.)
Location: Russia, about 35 years ago
Sound: A distant train whistle, gentle wind through bare trees.
Scene 1 – The First Meeting at the Library
A worn-out university library. Wooden shelves lined with old books.
Alia, 19, in a black shirt and skirt, reaches for a book on a high shelf—but can't quite get it.
Just then, Victor, 23, tall, wearing a black shirt and pants, walks over quietly and retrieves the book for her.
Alia (with a shy voice):
"Thank you... I was trying over and over."
Victor (with a soft smile):
"That's why I'm tall—to help someone like you."
Their eyes meet. A silent but deep moment.
Scene 2 – The Hidden Corner of the Library
In a quiet corner near a large window, the two sit together.
Alia sits on Victor's lap, holding a book—but neither is really focused on reading.
Alia (softly, looking down):
"...Why did you come so close?"
Victor (light smile):
"Because you get shy... and I love that."
Alia giggles and hides her face, her cheeks flushed.
Victor's hand rests gently on her back—a quiet promise of comfort.
Scene 3 – The University Courtyard
A snow-covered courtyard. The two walk side by side.
Alia's gloved hand is tucked into Victor's coat pocket.
Alia:
"When I'm next to you, even the cold seems to melt."
Victor:
"And when you're with me, life feels like a cup of hot coffee—slowly warming, slowly comforting."
They stop walking. Gentle snow begins to fall.
Victor kisses Alia's cheek—silent warmth in the middle of the cold.
Scene Cut – Return to the Present
Back in the bedroom.
Alia and Victor are looking into each other's eyes—the light of memory flickering within them.
Alia (in a soft voice):
"It's these little moments... that are truly our story."
Victor (with a gentle smile):
"And we're still writing its next chapter."
Scene – Library Memory (Flashback)
Location: Old Library, Russia, Late Afternoon
Lighting: Warm golden light streaming through the window. Dust dances in the air.
Victor stands reaching for a heavy book on a high shelf.
He jumps a little, trying to grab it—just then…
Alia steps in from behind and suddenly grabs his tie.
Victor freezes, holding the book mid-air, eyes wide as he turns around.
Victor (startled):
"Alia...? What are you doing?"
Alia (with a mischievous smile, slowly stepping closer):
"You told me to focus on studying...
But it seems your tie has more of my attention than any book."
Victor (flustered, averts his eyes):
"I... I was just trying to get the book..."
Alia (pulls his tie gently, drawing him closer):
"Really? And yet, you don't know how good your tie looks today."
Victor chuckles, a little embarrassed.
He places the book down—but now, books are the last thing on his mind.
Alia slowly releases the tie… then suddenly plants a soft kiss on his cheek.
Alia (whispers in his ear):
"You know, when you're nervous, you look even cuter."
Victor (shifts slightly, his voice low):
"...You're playing with me, Alia."
Alia (light laugh):
"Maybe... but it's the kind of game where both of us win."
Silence.
Nothing between them now—just eye contact and breathless stillness.
Sound: A clock ticks in the distance. The gentle rustle of book pages.
The camera slowly pulls back.
Their shadows stretch across the library floor—slowly fading into the depth of time.
Soft Evening Scene – Deep Within the Library
In a quiet corner of the old library, the room filled with the smell of old books and the softness of twilight—
Alia has fallen asleep on Victor's lap.
The open book lies beside them, pages occasionally fluttering with the breeze.
Victor stirs. For a moment, he just stares.
Alia, still resting on his chest, breathes slowly—her touch bringing a deep, indescribable peace.
He gently lowers his face to hers, watching.
A stray lock of hair brushes her cheek—he softly tucks it behind her ear.
Alia opens her eyes, still dreamy from sleep.
Their gaze locks—for a moment, the world holds its breath.
Victor smiles faintly, bashfully.
He carefully lifts her more fully into his arm
Alia blushes slightly, her cheeks turning a delicate red.
Alia:
"Victor..."
She tries to say something, but before the words come—
Victor slowly starts to loosen his tie.
Alia laughs quietly, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
Victor winks—
Alia turns her face away in shy protest, but the smile on her lips grows even sweeter.
They don't say a word, but their eyes speak volumes.
They slowly lean into each other,
As if all their unsaid thoughts escape in one quiet kiss.
The room remains silent,
But within that silence, something profound is born—
Something eternal.
Victor and Alia sit in the hidden reading corner, surrounded by shelves stacked high with books that seem to carry the weight of forgotten decades.
Alia leans back into Victor's chest, a book resting idly in her lap. But her eyes haven't touched the pages in a while. Neither have his.
There's a quiet comfort between them—
But suddenly, Alia tilts her head and narrows her eyes at him, mock-serious.
Alia (in a soft, accusing tone):
"You know, you distract me more than these books ever could."
Victor (grinning):
"That's unfair. I thought I was helping you focus."
Alia:
"Yes. Entirely on you."
Victor chuckles, brushing a strand of her hair off her forehead.
Then, slowly, deliberately—he winks.
A simple gesture. But full of mischief, full of memory.
Alia freezes for a second—then bursts into a soft, involuntary laugh.
She tries to hide her face in her hands, then in his shoulder, but it's too late.
Her laughter echoes gently through the quiet space, like a secret shared between the shelves.
Alia (blushing, eyes closed):
"Stop doing that… I can't handle it when you do that."
Victor (feigning innocence):
"Do what? This?"
(He winks again, dramatically this time.)
Alia groans, hitting him lightly on the chest with the book.
Victor laughs, takes the book gently from her hand, and sets it aside.
Then he leans in, lowering his voice.
Victor:
"You know… every time you laugh like that, I fall for you all over again."
Alia looks up, her eyes wide and still shimmering from laughter.
The moment suddenly shifts—lighter no more, but warmer, deeper.
Alia (softly):
"Even after all this time?"
Victor nods, his hand finding hers.
Victor:
"Especially after all this time."
The sound of pages turning elsewhere in the library fades out, and so does the ticking clock.
In that little corner, time stops for two people who have stopped pretending this is anything less than everything.
The camera lingers as Victor gently presses his forehead to hers.
Outside the window, golden light melts slowly into twilight.