FADE OUT — The camera moves out the window, into the Seoul sky
That billboard glows—ALIA VIOLET
And a fairytale-like heroine, whose shadow still burns on someone's body.
INT. VIKTOR'S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Alia is lying down—eyes open, under the sheet.
And Viktor is slowly touching her,
His face close, his throat touching Alia's neck.
Viktor's hand brushes Alia's face once, then moves down.
Alia's eyes are on the ceiling—
Staring intently, as if fighting herself.
Her lips tremble, but there is no sound from her mouth.
Viktor's face is next to her ear:
VIKTOR (Whispering):
"You are still as much a mystery... as you were on the first night..."
Alia closes her eyes, but a silent tear rolls down.
INNER MONOLOGUE – ALIA
"The body answers, but the mind is silent...
I don't push him away.
Maybe because I don't want to be alone.
But beyond this ceiling... there is someone else.
Someone whose shadow, still clings to my body."
Viktor kisses Alia—softly, respectfully, or possessively—it is unclear.
Alia's hand holds the sheet tightly. Her body responds,
But on her face, there is that old sadness, which is not love—
an helpless acceptance.
The bed shifts slightly—the wood of the bed frame trembles with every slight movement.
Viktor's breath deepens. His eyes are closed, his touch firm.
But Alia is silent. Completely elsewhere.
She is looking up—at the ceiling. Her eyes seem to be searching for something in the gap of a white wall.
One hand holds the corner of the sheet—tightly,
as if that is the only thing keeping her anchored to the ground.
INNER MONOLOGUE – ALIA (Slowly, continuously)
"The bed is shaking...
The body is responding...
But my mind has moved away... long ago.
Viktor thinks he is 'keeping' me.
Yet I am not here, not even a bit. I have gone back to that night...
Where everything was understood just by looking into the eyes.
Where someone saw the fire inside me—not to burn it... but to understand it."
Viktor places a slow kiss on her face. The bed sways slightly again.
Tears gather in Alia's eyes, but she does not blink.
She turns her face away—her eyes now fixed on the darkness outside the window.
VIKTOR (Low voice, very close):
You still feel the same...
But your eyes say, you're not here."
Alia now whispers softly, as if confessing a long-kept secret:
ALIA (soft, distant):
"I am not here, Viktor...
I am there—
where someone didn't just put their hand on my body,
they stood in my mind."
Alia lies silent, her eyes towards the window.
Her breath slowly becomes lighter.
Viktor is beside her, embracing Alia with his face buried in her neck—
All the warmth of his body now surrounds Alia.
There is no sound for a few seconds.
Then Alia suddenly speaks in a low voice—like a confession,
but not exactly out of belief—a lie born of a mixed desire and a search for relief, or pity:
ALIA (Broken voice, silent):
"Love you..."
Viktor goes silent for a moment.
Then he slowly hugs her tighter, as if he wants to believe those words.
He speaks, his mouth close to her throat:
VIKTOR (Soft voice, firm manner):
"Love you too..."
Viktor kisses Alia's forehead.
Alia closes her eyes, says nothing.
A drop of water, or a fragment of a smile, at the corner of her lips—
It is impossible to tell.
SCENE: "The Night She Let Him Hold Her"
LOCATION: Viktor's Bedroom, St. Petersburg
TIME: Midnight, Darkness and candlelight cast shadows on the bed
INT. VIKTOR'S ROOM – NIGHT
The room is almost silent. Snow is falling outside, the windows are catching the ice.
Alia stands by the window—she wears a light silk nightdress,
which drapes over her body like water.
Her hair is loose, falling over her shoulders.
She is thinking, or pretending to think—as if holding something back inside.
Viktor slowly comes and stands behind he
Maintaining a slight distance at first, not looking at her,
just keeping his eyes on her back.
Then he slowly moves closer...
Reaches out his hand...
Places his hand next to Alia's waist—slowly, with a blend of respect and ownership.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP:
Viktor's fingers slowly slide forward over the thin nightdress on Alia's waist...
There is no hurry,
Only a silent claim—
"You are still here. With me."
Alia closes her eyes.
She does not move away.
But she doesn't respond properly either—
Her breathing slowly becomes heavy.
Viktor rests his lips on Alia's neck and whispers:
VIKTOR:
"Under this soft fabric...
You are fire, just as before.
But I know—there is ice inside you today. I don't want to melt it,
I just want to be by your side."
A tremor in Alia's voice, a few tears in her eyes—
Yet she says nothing.
She merely lowers her head slowly...
As if it is a kind of consent, or a defeated acceptance.
Viktor gently turns her to face him.
Their eyes meet.
There is no kiss—
Just an exchange of glances that is deeper than the body.
Then Viktor embraces her gently again—
In a strange peace,
Where there is desire,
But more exhaustion than desire.
CAMERA PULLS BACK
Next to the bed. They slowly sit down.
Viktor takes Alia under the sheets,
His hand again on her waist...
But this time, not in a claim, but in sympathy.
They quietly embrace each other,
Trying to cover that emptiness with the warmth of their bodies,
The emptiness that is not just love, but the habit of broken love.Then the scene cuts to morning, Alia is in deep sleep and Victor is in deep sleep. The two of them are hugging each other. Then Alia wakes up and sees Victor sleeping. Then Alia kisses Victor on the forehead and says I will do everything for you. Love you love you too more love you so much I can give my life for you just like you did for me then Alia cried looking at Victor Victor was like an angel with white eyes eyebrows white eyelashes white