CLANG!"
Victor strikes the ground so hard with the chain,
the whole train shakes with the sound.
A loud metallic clang – as if announcing someone's death.
One of the bodyguards falls backward. A part of the chain touches his shoulder – his scream drowns out the sound of the train.
Victor (in Russian, in a low but savage voice):
"Я дал вам место, доверие... а вы бросили грязь в моё имя."
(I gave you a place, trust... and you threw dirt on my name.)
There is no roar in his voice. Just a deathly-cold decision.
Alia watches from the side. There is no hate in her eyes now, no mercy—only judgment.
The two bodyguards are crying, trembling.
Victor stands with his head bowed, the chain in his hand, as if he will pounce at any moment.
Alia slowly turns away, not looking back even once.
Scene: Train Chamber – Silence Before the Storm
The two bodyguards are trembling, one slightly injured, the other with tears in his eyes, head bowed.
Alia stands silently, no longer showing much mercy—she is now the "Mafia Queen."
Victor takes a step back. He slowly reaches into his pocket and takes out a small cigarette case. He takes out a cigarette and puts it to his lips.
Then...
"Click."
He takes out a silver lighter and lights it. He lights the cigarette, closes his eyes, and takes a drag.
He stands by the train window, with smoke at the corner of his lips and fire in his eyes.
Victor says slowly (in Russian):
"Я дал вам всё. Уважение. Оружие. Свободу. А вы... выбрали плевать мне в лицо."
(I gave you everything. Respect. Weapons. Freedom. And you... chose to spit in my face.)
Smoke lingers at the corner of his lips.
Victor (in English, slowly, but with fire in his voice):
"Today... I won't send a message.
Today, I am the message."
The two bodyguards cry together.
"Пожалуйста! Victor, прости нас!"
(Please! Victor, forgive us!)
Victor smiles lightly, removing the cigarette from his lips and saying:
"No. Today... I kill you."
Scene:
The chain rises again in Victor's hand.
Alia steps back – she no longer wants to stop him, because she knows... this is the end.
A storm has broken out outside the train.
Snow is flying outside the train window.
Inside the train – Victor is standing, with fire in his eyes, and the smoke from his cigarette is slowly drifting away... as if death has arrived.
A huge metal chamber. The walls are metal, bloodstains are scattered on the floor.
The train trembles slightly, the lights are flashing – as if even nature around them wants to escape from Victor's brutality.
The camera slowly zooms in on Victor.
The chain in Victor's hand is stained with blood.
One bodyguard is lying on the ground – it is not clear if he is unconscious or dead.
The other is ruined, in torn clothes, with blood on his lips, begging for mercy on his face.
There is only one feeling in his eyes: death is coming.
Victor is panting. His hair is a mess. There are blood spatters on his face, and a strange smile at the corner of his lips.
A smile – like someone who finds relief in murder.
He suddenly laughs.
A strange, terrifying laugh.
A psycho smile.
Alia stands on one side – stunned, shocked, silent.
Her eyes have widened. She sees –
This man is not her husband, not her loved one – he is now a "monster."
Victor slowly turns towards Alia with bloodstained hands.
Victor (in a cold voice, filled with madness):
"Ты видела, Алия? Как красиво они умирают."
(Did you see, Alia? How beautifully they died.)
There is an unnatural excitement in his eyes.
Victor (in English):
"They beg…
They cry…
And when I end them…
It's... peace. For me."
Alia still says nothing.
There is a kind of destruction in her eyes – she has captured this scene inside her soul.
Her lips tremble. It seems like she will either break down,
or... something will change forever.
Victor slowly approaches, with bloodstained hands. The cigarette on his lips is still burning.
He whispers:
"Don't be afraid, Alia... This... is who I am."
(Don't be afraid, Alia... This... is who I am.)
Victor is in front, covered in blood, laughing – as if he is the happiest person in the world.
Dead bodies lie behind him.
Alia – is frozen, with disbelief in her eyes, and a tremor in her chest.
Outside the train window, cold snow is flying... as if nature is holding its breath in silence.
Scene: Same Cargo Chamber – Heavy Silence
Alia is slowly walking backward.
Her eyes are on Victor's eyes, but her feet keep moving – she wants to get away from this monster.
Victor extends his bloodstained hand. Slowly... but firmly.
He grabs Alia's wrist.
Alia (in a low voice, with tears in her eyes):
"Let me go, Victor… please."
(Let me go, Victor... please.)
Victor stares into her eyes silently. The shadow of that madness is still in his eyes.
Victor (whispering, his voice breaking):
"Go where, Alia? Away from me?
Away from… us?"
Alia tries hard to free herself.
Victor's hand is still on her wrist. The pressure increases.
Alia (louder, in a trembling voice):
"Victor… what are you?
WHAT ARE YOU?!"
Victor slowly laughs. That strange smile at the corner of his lips.
Victor (in a cold voice):
"I'm what you made me.
Your king.
Your demon.
Your fate."
Alia (with tears in her eyes, voice trembling):
"No… you're a monster."
Victor (in anger, pushing her against the wall with a shove):
"Then why did you love me?"Scene: Freeze – High Tension Moment
Alia is leaning against the wall.
Victor is standing in front of her, covered in blood, trembling—in the conflict between love and a sense of ownership.
There is a clear fear in Alia's eyes, but now there is something new as well—a promise, a sense of self-respect.
Scene: Private Train Medical Chamber – Cold Light, Silence
A room filled with soft light.
Victor has left. Alia's breathing is heavy. There is a sense of wonder in her eyes, and a numbness on her face.
She slowly turns and looks at the two bleeding men – who were semi-conscious, now slowly waking up.
There is pain in their eyes, but there is still a sign of life.
Alia Takes Control
Alia quickly takes out her mobile phone from her pocket.
There is no longer the emotion from before in her voice—instead, it is cold, steady, and leader-like.
Alia (in Russian):
"Это Алия. Немедленно свяжитесь с моей личной охраной.
Два человека ранены. Срочно.
Полная защита. И отвезите их в клинику. Под моим именем."
(This is Alia. Immediately contact my personal security team.
Two people are wounded. Urgently.
Ensure full protection. And take them to the clinic. Under my name.)
Security Moves In
Within two minutes, the train does not stop, but a security unit enters the train. Elite bodyguards in black clothes, their faces covered.
They are carefully lifting the injured men, and a doctor is quickly providing first aid.
Alia stands on the side, saying in a cold voice:
"Treat them like my own. No harm comes to them. Ever."
(Treat them like my own. No harm comes to them. Ever.)
Scene: Freeze
The train continues to move.
The two injured men are being taken away on stretchers.
Alia is standing upright, with blood spatters on her hair, and a burning courage in her eyes.
She knows – Victor's shadow surrounds her, but now she has started to light her own light.
This moment is a turning point for Alia – a moment in which she understands:
She is no longer just "Victor's wife."
She herself is a force, a decision, a sensitive yet powerful person.
Alia was standing alone on the balcony of a small apartment in Seoul. The light winter breeze was gently blowing through her untied hair. In the distance, the city lights were creating a strange symphony of light – this city with its light and warmth seemed to be the witness to a new chapter in her life. Holding a cup of hot coffee, she thought about how far she had come, and how far she had to go.
That bloody night, Victor's ugly rage, the horror in the sleeping chamber of the train—all of it now seemed like a distant memory. But it felt like these memories were like a stain, a shadow on her body, that would not easily go away.
She is fighting for herself—creating a new identity in her own name, trying to learn a new language, building herself into a new person. Every night, she keeps herself awake with a mixture of fear and strength within her. A little further away, Victor's terrifying message has arrived—"I have found you, wait."
A slow fear appeared in Alia's eyes at first, then her mind hardened. She quietly turned off the phone, as if she wanted to cool down that message that was like fire.
"I will not give up anymore," Alia whispered to herself. A new strength was being born within her, one that could defeat Victor's shadow.
That city night was no longer unknown to her. Here, in this city of shimmering lights, Alia was preparing for the new battle of her life. It would be a battle for her mind, her soul, and her freedom.
Alia was standing in a quiet corner of the city. She uttered a word in Russian, which contained Victor's deep memory and power. Suddenly, a young Korean man came in front of her, with fire in his eyes and a serious look on his face. He was Anasia Kim, a special agent of the NLS, whom Alia had briefly known before.
Alia slowly walked towards him. Victor was busy at work now, so she knew that this man was her only refuge. Anasia placed his hand on Alia's shoulder and suddenly broke down in tears. There was a mixed sorrow and hope in his voice, "I knew you would come," he said in Korean.
But there was a strange smile on Alia's face – as if a psycho was hiding inside her, which only Anasia could understand. Alia slowly touched Anasia's lips, and the sharp words in Russian came out of her voice, "Ты не знаешь, что со мной будет…" (You don't know what will happen to me...)
By then, Anasia replied in Korean, "네, 알지만 그래도 널 지키고 싶어." (Yes, I know, but I still want to protect you.)
In Alia's eyes was a deep, uncertain signal—the warm response in Korean mixed with the Russian words seemed to create an extraordinary blend of her sorrow and strength.
"Это только начало, Алия," Anasia said in a soft voice. (This is just the beginning, Alia.)
Alia just smiled, her smile was a strange mixture of fear and conviction.