Scene Cut – Morning Has Come
The sun has risen outside, and the city is slowly waking up.
A distant horn sounds, blending with the hum of early traffic and footsteps, as the city comes alive in its own rhythm.
Inside the room, the light hasn't fully seeped in yet.
Golden rays peek through the light curtains, casting soft streaks across the bed.
On the bed, Victor and Alia are still asleep.
Victor has one arm wrapped around Alia, as if holding on to the warmth of the night, and all that it held between them.
There's a deep calm on Alia's face. Her hair is spread across the pillow, and in her sleeping face rests a softness—a kind of tenderness only Victor gets to see.
In the corner of the room, a white Persian cat sits on the floor.
Its eyes are full of curiosity, as if it senses something different in the air this morning.
It nudges a small ball that had fallen from Alia's hand, playing with it lazily, silently.
The moment adds a touch of reality to their intimacy—something warm, familiar, and almost mundane.
Suddenly, the white Persian cat walks closer.
It pauses, staring at Victor's face—as if wondering, "Why hasn't this human moved yet?"
Then...
With a gentle swipe of its soft, fluffy tail, the cat slaps Victor's face.
Slap!
Victor coughs a little and turns his face without opening his eyes.
But the cat isn't done. It climbs onto his chest and sits there, refusing to be ignored.
Alia chuckles softly in her sleep.
Without opening her eyes, she murmurs:
Alia (smiling):
"Seems like my cat has more authority over you than I do, Victor..."
Hearing the purring and playful paws, Victor opens his eyes halfway.
Victor (in a sleepy voice):
"And who is this little mafia queen…?
Trying to steal my spot already, huh?"
The cat gives his cheek another tap with its tail.
Victor chuckles, opens his eyes fully, and looks at Alia.
Victor:
"Your pet has officially become my rival."
Alia, without turning, pushes her hair aside and replies with a soft tone:
Alia:
"You may be the king of the night, Victor…
But in the morning—she rules."
Alia stands in the kitchen now, wearing a light, flowing robe.
Beside her, Maria—the loyal housemaid—is swiftly arranging ingredients by the stove.
Outside in the courtyard, five young children are playing.
Their laughter and footsteps echo gently as they run and tag each other.
From time to time, Alia glances at them and smiles with a kind of quiet joy.
Alia (calling out):
"Hey, little ones! Come inside, breakfast is almost ready!"
Maria (gently):
"Ma'am, today's breakfast will be especially lovely. Everything's just right."
Alia (smiling softly):
"Maria, you know nothing would be possible without you."
The children slow down their game and start gathering near the kitchen door, their faces glowing with curiosity and excitement.Interior – Kitchen – Morning
Maria walks slowly over and stands beside Alia.
She gently helps take the duster from Alia's hand, assisting her silently—an unspoken bond of care between them.SCENE CUT – NIGHT INTERIOR, ROOM, ALIA IN A RED DRESS
LOCATION: Alia's Bedroom
TIME: Late Night
SCENE START:
Alia is standing, wearing a bright, glittering red dress. However, the zipper on the back of her dress is not zipping up correctly. She is trying to zip it up behind her with a bit of discomfort.
At this moment, Yash, Alia's bodyguard, slowly enters through the open door.
YASH (In a calm and trusted tone):
"Ma'am, let me help."
Alia lowers her head slightly in embarrassment but steps back in agreement.
Yash carefully reaches out and fixes the dress zipper.
The camera pans to Alia.
She slowly turns back and adjusts her hair. Victor is then shown standing slowly in a corner of the room, looking at Alia.
Victor's back is visible, but the camera slowly zooms in on his face.
His blue eyes, where the white eyelashes and lightly white eyebrows are clearly visible—a mysterious and enigmatic gaze is searching for Alia.
Alia is surprised as she looks into Victor's eyes. Slowly, she moves towards him.
Victor says nothing, only allowing a silent smile to bloom in his eyes.
Then, suddenly, Victor places a soft lip kiss on Alia's lips.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP:
Alia's eyes close, feeling the touch of the lips on her mouth.
SCENE FADE OUT.
SCENE CUT – NIGHT, MOSCOW CITY, VICTOR'S VILLA GATE
LOCATION: Moscow, Victor's huge villa in an affluent area
TIME: Late Night
SCENE START:
Light mist all around. The street lights are spreading a blurred glow.
A huge iron gate in front of Victor's massive villa is slowly opening.
Rows of bodyguards are standing on both sides of the gate—all in black suits, with severe authority on their faces and silent vigilance in their eyes.
As the gate opens, a long black limousine slowly drives inside.
The camera zooms into the interior of the limousine.
INSIDE THE LIMOUSINE:
Alia is sitting on the right. She is still wearing the same red dress—she seems to be burning like fire even in the darkness of the night.
She is looking outside, with a kind of emptiness in her eyes. Yet, there is a nobility, a power on her face.
Victor is sitting beside her.
Victor is not wearing sunglasses today.
His blue eyes are staring directly at Alia—silent, deep, and mysterious.
He doesn't say anything.
But his presence is powerful, demanding.
Alia turns her head slightly to look at him. There is a kind of hesitation in her eyes. On one side, indignation; on the other, attraction.
SOUND TRACK:
Soft Russian piano music plays in the background, as if two people of fire confront each other within the cold city.
A slight smile plays at the corner of Victor's lips.
In a low voice, with a silent demeanor, he simply says:
VICTOR:
"Welcome back to Moscow, Alia..."
Alia gives no answer.
She just stares outside, and slowly a mysterious smile plays on her lips.
SCENE CUT – EXPENSIVE HOTEL, MOSCOW
LOCATION: Moscow's luxurious 7-star hotel, "Империя" (Imperiya)
TIME: 9:00 PM
MOOD: Opulence, Tension, Political Power
SCENE START:
The hotel's massive glass door opens automatically.
Alia enters.
She is wearing a huge red gown—which looks like a royal queen's dress, with fabric trailing far behind her.
The dress features subtle work of black and gold thread, glittering like a flame of fire.
The hotel lobby is filled with diplomats, politicians, businessmen, Russian, and European Mafia members.
Suddenly, a silence descends over the entire room.
Someone whispers:
"That's her… Alia. The Mafia Godmother."
"Victor's queen."
"Dangerous… and untouchable."
The camera slowly zooms in on Alia's face.
There is sharp self-confidence in her eyes.
There is no hurry in her walk.
Every step she takes is as if she owns the place.
Behind her, two bodyguards in black clothes advance like shadows.
CAMERA PANS – VICTOR IS SHOWN
Victor is sitting at the hotel bar. In a black suit, a light cigar is burning in his ungloved hand.
He is not looking at anyone—but everyone knows, "not even a cup of tea is poured here without his permission."
Alia slowly approaches him.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP:
Victor looks up, with that mysterious blue gaze in his eyes.
Alia sits beside him without saying a word.
People around them quietly stand up—a mix of respect and fear.
NO DIALOGUE. Only music is playing.
Russian Cello, slow, heavy.
Only this text appears on the screen:
"In Moscow, loyalty is earned by blood... and feared in silence."
— Godmother Alia is back.
SCENE CUT – BEFORE DAWN, VICTOR'S PENTHOUSE
LOCATION: High above Moscow city, Victor's luxurious Penthouse
TIME: Just before dawn
SCENE START:
The room is in semi-darkness.
The city lights outside are still burning, the light coming through the window glass is scattered on the floor of the room.
Alia is lying on the bed.
She is wearing a red lingerie set—a shimmering, delicate design wrapped in light silk and stones.
The outfit is designed in such a way that it simultaneously carries luxury, softness, and sharp appeal.
A light white shirt is tossed over her back, perhaps Victor's...she is wearing it in a casual manner, indicating that the moments from the night before haven't quite ended yet.
Alia is resting her head on the pillow, quietly gazing out the window.
Her eyes hold thought—not of love, nor of war—but a kind of inner turmoil.
CAMERA CLOSE-UP:
Her lips are slightly parted, her hair messy. A bit of kohl is smudged around her eyes, as if she was paused right before a moment of deep sleep.
She sits up slightly, the white shirt draped on her back gently bounces/clings (softly moves).
Her figure is apparent beneath the red lingerie, but it is decent, beautiful, and full of femininity.
Suddenly, a door opens.
Victor enters the room. A cup of coffee is in his hand.
Without a sound, he places the coffee beside Alia.
Their eyes meet.
No words are spoken. Only an unspoken understanding.
VICTOR (In a soft voice):
"Today, you truly look like a Queen—one who is forged not just by blood, but by fire."
Alia smiles slightly, wraps the shirt around herself, and walks toward the window.
SCENE CUT – LATE NIGHT, VICTOR'S PENTHOUSE
LOCATION: High above Moscow city, Victor's private penthouse
TIME: 3:00 AM
SCENE START:
Silence in the room. The city lights outside are dim and steady.
Only the light of the table lamp is on in the room, making the space feel soft like cotton in the faint yellow glow.
Alia is lying on the bed, in a deep sleep.
Her body is turned towards Victor, curled up within his arm.
She seems to know that she is safe sleeping beside this man.
Victor is not asleep.
He is quietly looking at her. That familiar depth in his eyes, a little indulgence, a little gratitude.
He slowly lowers his head and kisses Alia on the forehead.
There is no hurry in that kiss, but rather a kind of vow.
NEXT SHOT:
Victor is now lifting Alia in his arms.
Alia is asleep, her hand resting against Victor's chest—an unconscious trust.
Victor is shirtless—only wearing black trousers, his body is awake yet calm.
He slowly carries Alia and sits down on the sofa.
SCENE SHIFTS – SOFA SCENE:
Alia is still in a deep sleep.
She is lying with her head resting on Victor's lap, like a little girl sleeping in her most cherished sanctuary.
In one of Victor's hands is a book—an old philosophical novel, perhaps Dostoevsky.
He occasionally reads a few lines and smiles lightly.
A suppressed, soft smile—
A dangerous man, whose hands are stained with blood,
is tonight only a Lover,
a Guardian.
SOUND TRACK:
Very slow, melancholic music in the background—a mixture of piano and cello.
A kind of loneliness, yet filled with love.
CAMERA FOCUS:
Alia's head on Victor's chest.
Her breathing is slow and steady.
Victor whispers in a low voice:
"Sleep, moya koroleva (my queen)... Tomorrow, you rule again."
SCENE CUT – MEMORY OF LAST NIGHT
LOCATION: Victor's Penthouse, Russia
TIME: 11:00 PM, The Previous Day
SCENE START:
The soft light of the lamp is cast beside the bed.
The room is silent. The lights of the night city shimmer on the window pane.
Alia is standing.
She is wearing a red lingerie set—silk, perfectly fitted to her body, the stone-work glistening.
Her back is bare, her hair is messy.
There is tiredness in her eyes, but a kind of inner fire.