Soundtrack: Low ambient strings, subtle purring sounds
Alia is seated at the center of her palace, leaning back in her regal chair.
On her lap is a massive Persian cat, covered in white fur, its deep blue eyes as cold as ice yet as mysterious as smoke.
Alia slowly runs her fingers along the cat's neck—unmoved, yet focused.
She is wearing a black silk gown, her hair is down, and her lips are painted with deep lipstick.
Suddenly, the door swings open.
A streak of light cuts across the massive hall.
Victor enters—calm yet powerful.
His eyes are light blue, sharp and dependable.
In his hand is a small black Tiger-Cub—looking around with caution, not roaring, but walking in silent confidence.
Alia doesn't flinch, but a momentary smile plays at the corner of her eyes.
Victor slowly walks to stand before her.
They face each other—neither says a word,
but their pets seem to read their minds.
ALIA
(Silent, stroking the cat's head)
"Many things are hidden in blue eyes…
Sometimes fire, sometimes ice."
VICTOR
(Smiling slightly, looking at the Tiger-Cub)
"Your kingdom is as peaceful as it is dangerous.
Just like you."
ALIA
(Slowly)
"And you?
Like this cub?
Small but bringing something much larger in its shadow?"
VICTOR
"I brought the cub so it learns—
You don't bow your head before the kingdom, you only look it in the eye."
Silence for a moment.
Their eyes are immersed in one another,
The Persian cat slowly gets up from behind and settles on Alia's shoulder.
The Tiger-Cub lies down low on the floor, as if it knows—the King and Queen are talking.
ALIA
(In a low voice)
"You've returned, Victor.
But the question is only one—
Will you stand beside me, or will you stand before me and fight?"
VICTOR
(Without breaking eye contact)
"Beside you.
If you ask me to walk through fire again, I won't take a step back."
ALIA
(Her eyes flash slightly)
"Then come.
Tonight is not just ours…
The fate of this city will also be written here."
CAMERA PANS OUT –
Alia and Victor stand side by side.
On one side, the white Persian cat, on the other, the black Tiger-Cub.
Between the light and the shadow, the two rulers are together again.
Scene Cut – Questions in the Quiet
Location: Alia's Inner Chamber, Nightfall
Mood: Low lighting, tense silence, emotional vulnerability
Soundtrack: Distant piano notes, soft ticking of a clock
INT. ALIA'S PRIVATE CHAMBER
Alia stands by the window; the Moscow night glitters outside.
She slowly takes a sip from her glass of wine.
Victor approaches from behind, slowly, with firm steps.
A suppressed doubt on his face.
He stops a few paces behind Alia.
VICTOR
(Low, but clear voice)
"What is her relationship... with you, Alia?"
Alia stops.
She removes her hand from the glass and places it on the windowpane.
She doesn't turn back. Her voice remains neutral.
ALIA
"That question, tonight? On this night?"
VICTOR
(Clenching his eyes)
"Yes, tonight.
Because I saw something in her eyes...
And I've been looking for that shadow in yours for a long time."
Alia slowly turns back this time.
Mixed expressions in her eyes—surprise, annoyance, and weariness.
ALIA
(In a cold voice)
"You never questioned the kingdom,
but you're asking about the heart?"
VICTOR
(Slowly)
"Because the kingdom can be divided,
but you... you cannot be."
Alia takes a step forward, facing him.
ALIA
"Is your suspicion... a form of love?
Or the name of distrust?"
VICTOR
(Fire in his eyes)
"I have love,
but I am not blind."
A moment of silence.
The air is blowing through the gap in the window.
Alia smiles lightly—but there is no happiness in it, only aristocratic melancholy.
ALIA
(In a low voice)
"Then know this…
She is my past.
You are my truth.
And the kingdom is my future."
Victor stares into her eyes for a moment, as if searching for the answer.
VICTOR
(In a low voice)
"I just want her not to become a shadow of that truth."
Alia now raises her glass towards Victor.
ALIA
"Then stand by my side.
Otherwise...
You will be lost in the very shadow you fear."
INT. ALIA'S PRIVATE CHAMBER — NIGHT
The room light is dim. Victor stands before Alia, his eyes strained—he begins to speak plainly. Alia's face is cold with sadness, but a fierce fire burns within. The Persian cat is asleep on her lap; the Tiger-Cub is lying on the floor nearby.
VICTOR
(In a harsh voice)
"Tell me the name of this boy—who is she?"
Alia slowly rises, looking at Victor with eyes like a woodpecker. She speaks—shrewdly, with pride.
ALIA
"Her name is Anashia Kim. She is an NLS Agent. She studied in Seoul—that same university everyone calls dangerous. I first met her when I was with the CIA. My work was with her then.
A sharp intensity spreads across Victor's face. He stares at Alia with pale eyes, speaking with measured pace.
VICTOR
(Slowly)
"So she worked against us? Is she—?"
Alia stops him, keeping her voice controlled.
ALIA
"No—her work is complicated. But one thing is certain: the NLS has destroyed all your networks. You can't even imagine how everything connected. I know—I do the same work myself. I've seen how we've come face to face."
Anger flares on Victor's face. He seems to be searching for a trigger—his eyes harden.
VICTOR
(Wordless, slowly)
"I will kill her."
Alia's eyes turn cold. She stares at Victor steadily—there is no harshness in her voice, but the decision is unyielding.
ALIA
(Slowly, clearly)
"If you kill her... you will dig your own grave."
Victor tries to take a step forward in fury, but Alia stops him with a raised hand. Yash stands nearby, his watchful gaze drawing the situation closer.
ALIA (CONT'D)
"You won't consider me an ordinary girl. She's not just a name—there is history here. I am Bangladeshi; I am the daughter of an influential Zamindar family. And I have Russian roots among my ancestors. This name, this authority—they cannot be easily cut away."
VICTOR
(Voice hoarse)
"Are you... telling me all this, Alia? Are you yourself behind her?"
Alia settles her shoulders, her eyes resolute.
ALIA
"I'm telling you—decisions under my leadership will not become personal. If you seek personal revenge, what you are doing will start an open war—against both of us. If you kill her, you are not just creating an enemy; you are challenging my right to be in the position of ruler."
Victor's voice is a mix of calmness and a flash of emotion—a division between exclusivity and love.
VICTOR
(In a low voice)
"So you are saying—you will let her walk free?"
ALIA
(Harsh, but cold)
"I am saying—don't ask me from the outside. Bring clarity to the suspicions attached to her. Bring proof. And—Victor—I want you by my side, not working against me."
Victor falls silent. Yash wordlessly gives a slight indication with his lips—to keep the situation under control. The Tiger-Cub lowers its head and curls up, as if vigilant.
VICTOR
(In one word)
"Fine. I will wait. But this is not the end limit."
Alia nods and says in a low voice—
ALIA
"I know. But from tonight, I will set the rules of this kingdom."
CAMERA PULLS BACK slowly —
The three of them stand in the room—an intense, grim atmosphere surrounds them. Outside, the city is asleep, but inside, crisis and a new plan are awake.Scene Cut – "Morning Truth"
INT. WHITE BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING
Alia is sleeping on a bed covered in white sheets.
She is unclothed—only wrapped in the sheet.
Her face is serene, but exhaustion is also evident.
The room is completely silent.
On the photos hanging on the wall—there are the faces of five children.
Her being a mother isn't yet visible in her eyes—as if she is still a teenager.
Victor stands by the window—unclothed,
only wearing white linen pants.
In his hand is his expensive phone.
He turns his back to the window, looks at the bed—and takes a picture of Alia.
Click.
Just then, Alia opens her eyes and sees—Victor taking her picture.
ALIA
(Groggy voice)
You still haven't stopped?
Victor smiles faintly. He says nothing.
Alia looks at him with one eye:
ALIA
(Slightly angry)
Give me the phone…!
She throws a pillow at him.
Victor laughs and catches the pillow.
Alia sits up a little—tears in her eyes.
Exhaustion? Hurt pride? Or something else?
Victor quickly moves forward and pulls her into his arms.
VICTOR
(Soft voice)
I'm here, Alia.
Don't cry. Nothing has happened.
Alia buries her face in his chest.
Silence. Only the breathing of two people.
ALIA
(Whispering)
The fear still remains inside me, Victor…
I am a mother, I am a lover, I am a queen…
But I never get the chance to be just "me."
Victor kisses her forehead.
VICTOR
(Slowly)
I know all your forms, Alia…
And I have fallen in love with every single one of them.
Soundtrack: A light piano piece—"A Place Called Home" plays slowly.
CAMERA – WIDE SHOT:
Victor sits on the bed, holding Alia in his lap.
The city is waking up outside the window behind them.
But this moment seems outside of time.
Scene: Morning Light – Victor's Penthouse Living Room
INT. VICTOR'S PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MORNING
Alia is now wearing Victor's white shirt,
and Victor stands, a little silently,
in just black pants and bare-chested,
the Moscow morning light glinting in his eyes.
Alia suddenly moves toward Victor,
abruptly hugging him with her arms around his neck.
Victor says nothing, only smiles softly.
Behind them, the five small children are playing,
the sound of soft laughter and colorful games fills the room.
Alia picks up the little girl,
a picture of peace and emotion among the children.
VICTOR
(In a loose voice)
"Our city, our life…
Everything seems to stop in this moment."
Alia holds the small child,
with a gentle joy and a deep secret assurance in her eyes.
CAMERA PANS toward the outside through the window,
Moscow city is bathed in sunlight,
everything seems to be waiting for a new beginning.
SFX: The sound of children's laughter and the distant voice of Moscow
mixes with a sense of peace and strength.