Victor's arm is wrapped around Alia. He is shirtless, and a red blanket lies between them, a silent witness to the night.
Alia slowly sits up. There is no annoyance in her eyes, but a strange restlessness. She feels a slight ache in her body – not physical, but a weariness born of mental turmoil. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to hear her own breath.
Alia (in thought):
"Did I agree? Or did the situation just carry me away?"
A kind of unknown question is in her eyes. The memory of last night is blurred, not clear. She feels it, but the matter of consent seems indistinct.
She slowly gets out of bed, wrapping a light silk sheet around her. She stands in front of the mirror and looks at herself – a little shy, a little strong.
There is no longer the emotion of the night in her eyes, but a clear attempt to understand something – are her feelings for Victor still love, or something forced?
Alia (in thought):
"Victor loves me… but do I still love myself?"
She picks up a notebook from the side table. She writes down just one sentence:
"My own will is everything."
Scene: Bathroom – Early morning light, mist on the mirror
Alia stands under a stream of warm water. The cold air and the warm steam have fogged up the glass. The water flows down her shoulders, as if washing something away – not just her body, but all the restlessness of the night.
(The sound of water can be heard from inside.)
Knock, Knock. A soft knock on the door.
Victor's voice (soft, gentle):
"Can I come in, Alia?"
Alia is silent for a moment. Then, with a tired but clear voice, she replies:
Alia:
"No, Victor... not now."
Victor (stopping for a moment, in a low voice):
"But I... I am..."
Alia (from behind the door, her voice clear and firm):
"Love is not about wanting, Victor. Sometimes, love is about waiting from a distance. For now, I just want to be alone."
There is a moment of silence from behind the door. As if Victor's breath has stopped.
Alia (to herself, slowly):
"You can be my husband... but my mind, my time, my body – the ownership of these is only mine."
Scene: Bathroom – Moments later
Alia is wrapped in a towel, her wet hair falling down her back. Drops of water are still running down her body. She glances at herself in the mirror, then back at the door.
Victor's voice can still be heard from outside.
Victor (a little annoyed, knocking again):
"Alia, didn't I tell you? But I..."
Alia (whispering with a slight laugh):
"You just don't listen."
She slowly unlocks the door... then suddenly swings it open.
Victor was pushing the door, lost his balance and fell right onto the washroom floor! His neat hair is a mess, his eyes are wide with surprise, and his face has a "what just happened?" look.
Alia bursts into explosive laughter!
Alia (laughing):
"Victor! Did you really fall?"
Victor (getting up from the floor, with a wry face):
"You did that on purpose, admit it!"
Alia (unable to stop laughing):
"Were you trying to break down the door like a hero again?"
Victor stands up, straightening his clothes, and says:
"I just... wanted to know if you were okay."
Alia looks at him with a soft expression, then says:
"I am fine. But you fell down – I will remember that forever."
Victor (with a little smile):
"Seeing you laugh makes me think you are better than before."
Alia (smiling):
"Maybe. Now go, let me get ready."
Victor nods slightly and goes out, standing outside the door and saying:
"I'll be outside, but be careful. I'll be scared to open the door from now on."
Alia laughs again and closes the door.
Scene: Inside the washroom cabin – Soft, warm light filters through a small frosted window
Below the door, Alia's and Victor's feet can be seen. Alia's feet are a little higher, as if with some restlessness, but also some trust. A silent but deep connection is felt in their movements.
Two shadowy bodies are slowly coming closer, preparing to merge in a touch, but there is no sound – only the slow pace of their breaths and the rhythm of their hearts.
Alia says nothing. Her silence is a kind of consent, a kind of strength. She is steady in her position, but her attention to Victor's touch is intense.
Victor's hand gently touches Alia's waist, understanding but without force. Alia exhales softly, her eyes closed, as if trying to fully feel the moment.
Victor's eyes meet Alia's, a mixture of recognition and respect.
The movements of their bodies are subtle, elegant, as if they are each other's shadows.
Alia's hand slowly merges with Victor's, but she still says nothing – her silence is a statement.
Victor's touch becomes more gentle, and Alia peacefully rests her head on Victor's shoulder.
The scene slowly fades to black, as if the depth of the emotion and consent of this moment remain unexpressed, for the viewer's imagination.
Alia slowly turns her face towards Victor. Victor's hand gently touches her neck. Victor places his lips on the soft skin of Alia's neck, his breath slowly blending.Alia's eyes are closed, but every response of her body is clear. Suddenly, Victor gives a light bite, deep, but not a wound – a kind of mark, a silent bond. With the bite, a little blood falls, and Victor wipes the skin of Alia's neck with the back of his hand, as if to mark this moment in his heart.
Alia does not flinch, but the taste of that bite on her neck feels like the beginning of a new kind of excitement. She says nothing – just looks into Victor's eyes, which are glowing with a mixed feeling: intensity, trust, and an unknown attraction.
In Victor's eyes is a gentle yet deep thirst; as if this bite is not just physical, but a new chapter in the invisible bond of their relationship.
The scene slowly fades, and their brief secret connection in the soft light of the room remains a mysterious memory.
Victor (in a deep voice, slowly looking into Alia's eyes, in Russian):
"Алия, ты должна понять... это не просто желание или случайность. Это гораздо больше, чем слова могут выразить. Это наша связь — наша судьба."
(Alia, you have to understand... this is not just desire or a coincidence. This is much more than words can express. This is our connection — our destiny.)
"Ты — моя жена, и между нами есть что-то святое. Что-то, что связывает наши души и тела."
(You are my wife, and there is something sacred between us. Something that binds our souls and bodies.)
Victor takes a step forward and holds Alia's hand firmly, his voice becoming even more tender:
"Мы живем в этом мире, где слова недостаточны. Sometimes, actions say what the heart feels."
(We live in a world where words are not enough. Sometimes, actions say what the heart feels.)
"And now, Alia... this moment — это не просто страсть. Это обещание. Обещание быть рядом, несмотря ни на что."
(And now, Alia... this moment — it's not just passion. It's a promise. A promise to be by your side, no matter what.)
A kind of force and tenderness are in his eyes; after he finishes speaking, he smiles slightly and whispers:
"Let's make this moment unforgettable."
(Let's make this moment unforgettable.)
Alia (in a calm but firm voice, in Russian):
"Нет, Виктор. Не сейчас."
(No, Victor. Not now.)
Victor (a little startled, then in a soft voice):
"Я понимаю. Я жду."
(I understand. I'll wait.)
Scene: Interior – Private Train Cabin – Early Morning
The train is moving slowly. Amidst the gentle rocking of the train and the light of the snowy morning outside, the camera slowly focuses on Alia's face.
Alia is lying on the bed. She opens her eyes and slowly sits up.
Victor is lying next to her, silently. His breathing is heavy but calm.
Alia slowly puts her feet down and stands up. The fabric of her silk dress moves gently in the air. She straightens herself a little in front of the mirror, ties her hair, and applies a light lip gloss. She walks towards the door.
Alia walks slowly down the train corridor. The cabins she passes are quiet, silent.
Suddenly, her eyes fall on a door on one side – the closed door is slightly ajar.
Alia, out of curiosity, pushes the door open a little. Her eyes widen in shock! Two of Victor's bodyguards are locked in a deep embrace and kissing each other.
The sight is sudden, exposed, and clear.
Alia's face is filled with surprise. Her eyes are wide. She quietly steps back.
Scene: Train's Observation Room – A Few Minutes Later
The camera moves up from the bottom.
Victor is standing – tall, with broad shoulders, in black clothes.
Two heavy chains hang from his hands, as if ready to punish at any moment.
Alia stands on one side, silently – but with hesitation in her eyes.
The two bodyguards are already standing in front of them, heads bowed, holding their breath.
Victor's eyes are burning. He clenches his jaw.
Victor (in a cold, Russian voice, in a stern tone):
"Вы забыли, кто я?"
(Have you forgotten who I am?)
Victor smiles a little, but his voice is terrifyingly cold:
"Мои правила — это закон. А ты… целовался в моем поезде."
(My rules are the law. And you... were kissing on my train?)
A second of silence. Victor's eyes bore into each of theirs.
Victor says slowly:
"Теперь скажи мне, кого вы любите больше — друг друга... или свою жизнь?"
(Now tell me, who do you love more – each other... or your own lives?)
Alia looks at Victor – with fear and a kind of astonishment.
In her eyes, there is intensity, dominance, savagery, and a hint of love all at once.
The two heavy chains in Victor's hands slowly fall to the ground. There is a heavy sound.
Amidst the gentle rocking of the train, that sound seems like a roar.
The two bodyguards, who were lost in each other just moments ago, now kneel down under the pressure of fear and shame.
Tears have welled up in their eyes. One covers his face with his hands and cries, head bowed, while the other says, tremblingBodyguard 1 (in Russian):
"Простите... Мы не хотели... Это было по любви..."
(Forgive us... We didn't mean to... It was out of love...)
Bodyguard 2 cries with a sob.
His voice is shaking:
"Мы просто... люди, Виктор. Пожалуйста..."
(We are just... people, Victor. Please...)
There is no sign of emotion on his face.
Alia stands on one side, with a strange conflict on her face – should she show mercy? Or should she side with that Victor?
Victor slowly bows his head and says (in Russian):
"Слёзы — это не то, что вас спасёт. Но я не монстр."
(Tears are not what will save you. But I am not a monster.)
A long sigh. His gaze goes to Alia.
Victor (in a soft voice, now in English):
"I don't kill for love.
But I punish for betrayal."
The two bodyguards are crying, holding each other. Alia looks into Victor's eyes – she is not afraid now, she questions.The two bodyguards are still crying on the ground, sitting with their heads bowed in shame and fear.
Alia slowly takes a step forward. A cold, cutting smile on her lips.
In her eyes, there are the eyes of a woman who loves one moment and hates the next.
Alia (in a cold, scornful voice, in Russian):
"Ха... Вам не стыдно? Прямо передо мной? Перед мафия-госпожой?"
(Ha... Aren't you ashamed? Right in front of me? In front of a mafia godmother?)
She twists her face slightly and says (in English):
"Hmph. Disgusting. In front of a mafia godmother?"
The two bodyguards' eyes widen. Now there is not just fear—there is shame as well.
As soon as Alia finishes speaking, Victor silently tightens his grip on the chain in his right hand.
His eyes are on fire. His face is as cold as stone.