Scene: Morning of Farewell
Location: Victor's family home – The soft light of dawn
The camera pans to a large, brightly lit hall. Five small children, beautifully dressed, stand near the staircase. Victor's parents caress them, with smiles on their faces but a hint of worry in their eyes.
Alia wears a shiny black gown and a large, veiled hat that casts a shadow over her face. She has black gloves on both hands. She gently touches the children's hair.
Victor wears a fitted black suit, calmly checking his wristwatch.
Alia (in a soft, reassuring voice): "Stay well with your grandparents. We'll be back soon."
The children shyly wave, their eyes holding a mix of feelings—excitement and a touch of sadness.
Cut To:
Location: A luxurious train station platform in Russia
Alia and Victor step out onto the gleaming platform. The morning sun reflects off the metallic, shiny train. Their black coats flutter lightly in the breeze.
They walk up the steps and into a private train car, where wood and velvet epitomize luxury. Alia subtly adjusts her veiled hat. Victor extends his hand, and Alia takes it. Both are steady and resolute.
Cut To:
Location: Outside the house – Morning
An expensive black car waits in front of the house. Alia and Victor exit the door and confidently get into the car. The car's engine hums as it drives away, leaving the house behind on a soft morning.
A snow-covered Russian morning. The ice drops on the train window sparkle, and the sun's light reflects off the glass, creating a cool, mysterious atmosphere.
Inside the train, Alia sits alone at a table. Her veiled hat casts a shadow over her eyes, and her black-gloved hand rests near a teacup. Suddenly, she touches a black feather on her shoulder. The touch of the small wings brings a sense of calm, but her hand slightly jostles the cup, and the tea spills across the table.
Just then, Victor enters the train car. His fitted black suit and calm demeanor bring a sense of peace and familiarity. Alia smiles faintly at him. They laugh and talk together, and for a few moments, all the pressure and silence disappear.
But Victor's journey has to end. He leaves, the train door closes, and Alia is alone again. In her solitude, Alia opens her mobile phone and checks a message. The screen reads: "I'm coming."
Alia is surprised. She quickly puts her phone in her black bag, gets up from the table, and slowly begins to walk down the train corridor. The interior luxury and the soft light of the train create a peaceful solitude. She continues toward her destination, where a bed awaits. Alia knows that a little rest and solitude will give her new strength.
When the train's solitude and the glittering snow end, Alia returns to her room. After taking some time for herself, she freshens up. Washing her face with cold water and taking off her black gloves give her a fresh and cool feeling. She puts on a new dress that matches the light. The soft silk dress fits her perfectly, highlighting her mysterious yet poised personality. There is a newfound confidence in her eyes as she slowly walks around the room.
Just then, Victor arrives. His fitted black suit has been changed, and his neatly combed hair and subtle smile show strength yet a gentle nature. He has showered and returned, and his presence in the room creates a certain excitement.
With poise in her eyes, Alia says, "Are you coming to my room?"
Victor slowly moves closer, with a strange depth in his eyes. Suddenly, he stands beside Alia and embraces her. His voice is soft but firm: "Why? Because you're my wife."
Alia's heart skips a beat. On one hand, her mind trembles with unexpected excitement, while on the other, her eyes become hazy with a mix of fear, thrill, and emotion. The train's soft light is silent around them, but this moment seems to fill the entire room.
Alia pauses for a moment, then slowly puts her hands in Victor's. This is a complex connection, where love, ownership, and desire all create a silent drama. Victor slowly approaches Alia, with deep desire in his eyes. In a moment, his presence creates tension in the room. He holds Alia's hand, and in his voice, there is a soft but powerful tone: "I want you to come closer to me."
Alia suddenly steps back, with an unexpected warning in her eyes. She says in a calm but firm voice, "No... I mean, I don't want to do this right now."
Victor pauses for a moment, then suddenly asks, "What's wrong? Why are you saying no?"
Alia slowly looks into his eyes and replies, "No... I mean, I didn't say anything directly. I'm not ready now."
In the train's soft light, Victor slowly moves toward Alia. His blue eyes and pale, cold face express a kind of aristocracy and power. With a slight smile, he says, "Oh... what's wrong with doing it on a train? Let's have more fun."
Alia suddenly steps back. Her eyes are wide, and her voice is soft but firm—"No... I won't."
Victor stands still for a moment, then looks at her with his cold blue eyes, as if reading the depth of her reaction. That deep gaze frightens Alia. Her heart pounds, her pulse races, and the silence around the train suddenly feels heavier.
Alia thinks to herself, "Why am I so scared? I didn't say anything, I just said no."
In the train's soft light, Victor stands facing Alia. His eyes hold a mix of feelings—a little anger, a little curiosity. He says slowly, "You're making me angry, Alia."
Alia remains silent, her voice gone. A strange warning and fear spread in her eyes. Victor brings out a light pink handcuff. He slowly places it in front of Alia and says in a playful tone, "Alia, I'll count from 1 to 10. It would be better if you say yes."
Alia pauses for a moment. A mix of fear, hesitation, and curiosity appears in her eyes. She tries to compose herself, her throat tightens, and then she says—"No... I mean, I'm not ready now."
Victor pauses for a moment. His eyes hold a mix of emotions—joy, frustration, and restraint—all at once.
Inside the train, Victor stands firmly looking at Alia. His blue eyes are a mixture of strength, curiosity, and authority.
"I'm a mafia, a Russian lord," he says. "You have to listen to me, Alia."
Alia takes a breath, her eyes on alert. She slowly replies, "I know."
Victor smiles and slowly begins: "Okay, let's start... 1."
Alia's eyes are a mix of curiosity and fear, but she remains silent.
Victor: "2..."
Alia is silent, her fingers touching the side of the table.
Victor: "3..."
His eyes are on Alia, as if each number is testing her mind.
Victor: "4..."
Alia sighs softly, trying to compose herself.
Victor: "5..."
Alia's eyes show a silent resistance, but her fear is visible.
Victor: "6..."
Alia is still quiet, and it seems that Victor's words and presence have created a psychological tension.
Victor: "7..."
Alia's eyes show a mark of curiosity and hesitation.
Victor: "8..."
Alia's body slightly stiffens.
Victor: "9..."
Silence hangs heavy in the room.
Victor: "10."
Alia takes a deep breath, mentally pushing herself. Her eyes now clearly show that she is scared, but she is trying to maintain her mental strength.
Victor slowly smiles. His smile is not just of joy but also of danger and power. Alia's heart pounds in a moment. She wants to move away, but Victor's hand seems to hold her.
"Hmm... it's too late, Alia," Victor says in a cold, powerful voice with a playful undertone.
Alia suddenly freezes. Her eyes widen, and her body slightly trembles. Victor's presence, his powerful blue eyes, and his dangerous smile all create a chilling fear.
Alia thinks to herself, "I... I just didn't want to say anything. Why is this happening? I didn't do anything."
The train's soft light falls on Alia. She holds a pair of pink handcuffs tightly in both hands, as if she is holding back her fear, hesitation, and a little interest. Her eyes are wide, her body trembling slightly. Her eyes show a mix of curiosity and caution—on one hand, fear, on the other, the desire to maintain her strength.
Victor slowly moves toward her, his cold blue eyes fixed on her, but there is still a hint of playfulness in his smile.
Suddenly, he looks at Alia's feet, where a beautiful black bracelet is fitted over her soft sleeve. Alia's feet are calm and still, but her attitude and eyes show caution and hesitation.
Victor slowly extends his hand toward Alia's feet, but it is just a defined moment—showing the psychological tension between fear and excitement. Alia takes a soft breath, her eyes showing unexpected caution and the firmness to maintain her boundaries. Her body is still, but her mind and the language of her eyes clearly state that she wants to maintain her composure and individuality.
The train speeds on. Through the glass window, only blurry trees and electric poles rush by in the darkness of the night. There is a strange silence in the train compartment as well. Alia is lying down, her head resting on a pillow. Victor sits beside her, his hand on her shoulder.
A red blanket is spread over them, as if they are isolated from the rest of the world. The continuous sound of the train is the only witness to their secret moment. Alia's eyes are closed, with a faint smile on her lips. She feels Victor's every touch. Victor touches her neck, and Alia's heart thumps.
Alia slowly reaches out to Victor, her fingers wandering over his back. Alia's eyes are fixed on the train ceiling, as if she is dreaming. Her entire body seems to be floating in a stream of warmth. Victor leans down and touches her forehead with his lips, and Alia says to herself, "I hope this moment never ends."
The pink rose in her hand slowly falls to the ground, as if it also doesn't want to be a witness to their secret moment. Victor takes a sniff of her hair and touches her neck with his lips, and Alia's body trembles with an unknown feeling. A new melody begins to play inside Alia's mind with Victor's Scene: Train Cabin – Interior, Morning light filters in
Alia lies on the bed. Her hair is messy, a silent weariness on her face. She slowly opens her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment. She turns to her side and sees Victor in a deep sleep. His face has a calm shadow, his breathing heavy but regular.