Setting: The place where Alia meets Victor. Perhaps a quiet cafe or an apartment.
(The scene begins)
ALIA: (Takes a deep breath, looking at Victor) Victor, listen to me.
VICTOR: (Calm and focused) I'm listening, Alia.
ALIA: My mother... she was very beautiful. She was Russian, a pure Russian. She came from a good family. But... (Lowers her voice) her blood carried the mark of the KGB's past. In her veins flowed secrecy, politics, and the shadow of the Cold War. At the same time, she was the daughter of a prominent industrialist.
VICTOR: (Listens silently)
ALIA: And my father... he was a major Bangladeshi businessman. But he, too, was a secret... a Doppelgänger. He was involved in high-level secret missions and international influence. That's where their acquaintance began.
(Alia pauses, tracing a memory)
ALIA: They got married. My father's appearance was much like mine—honey-colored hair, mixed brown eyes. And my mother! Oh, Mother! Her hair was golden, with hints of white coming through now and then. Blue eyes, white eyelashes, white eyebrows, too. She was impossibly beautiful! They had a very grand wedding.
(Alia's voice begins to tremble)
ALIA: My older brother, and I... we were born. And my little sister... (Suddenly Alia breaks down crying).
(Sound of sobbing. Victor stares calmly at Alia.)
Scene: Victor's Secret Revealed
Setting: The same.
(Alia has stopped crying. Victor looks at her calmly.)
VICTOR: (In a slow voice) Now, hear mine, Alia.
(Alia wipes her eyes, looking at him with interest.)
VICTOR: My mother was Ukrainian, and my father was Russian. My father was once a Mafia Lord. And my mother? She was incredibly clever and cunning.
(A different kind of spark in Victor's eyes.)
VICTOR: My mother's hair was exactly like your mother's, so to speak. But white...
But white."
(Victor steps closer.)
VICTOR: My father was a descendant of the Russian Royal Dynasty. And I, I am too. And so are you, Alia.
(Victor holds Alia's gaze.)
VICTOR: You and I both—the same royal blood runs in our veins. That is something my parents and your parents both knew.
ALIA: (Whispering softly) I know... I know.
(A silent yet intense connection forms between Alia and Victor. The scene ends there.)
Scene: Reflection of Grief
INT. VICTOR'S PRIVATE CHAMBER – BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
ALIA is silently crying, burying her face in Victor's chest. These tears are not part of a power play or a maneuver—they are the expression of her deep personal loss and grief. VICTOR holds her tightly.
Though Victor's eyes are focused on power and dominance, Alia's complete vulnerability instantly reminds him of the tragic love between June and Alexa. He realizes that his queen is not merely a political pawn, but a broken soul.
Victor feels the muscles of his hands against Alia's back. He says nothing, knowing this silence will only deepen his sense of ownership. He gently lifts Alia's head.
VICTOR:
(In Russian, in a low but authoritative voice)
"Your tears... Alia. I don't care who your family was. My empire only demands your power. Whether your father was a Doppelgänger or your mother came from the KGB... to me, you are only the Queen. You are mine."
Alia's crying stops at Victor's words. She slowly raises her head. Victor wipes the tears from her cheek, but there is no sympathy in his eyes, only intense possession.
VICTOR:
(In English, in a cold tone)
"Don't cry, Queen. Turn your grief into strength. Your mother's golden power and your father's shadow capability... all of it is mine now. You will use this strength to set the trap for Anasya. You will not cry." Victor's cruel usage instantly transforms Alia's grief into cold resolve. She quickly composes herself. The fire of determination returns to her eyes. Her vulnerability for June and the shadow of Alexander are no longer the same to her.
ALIA:
(Her voice no longer shakes; she is the hardened Isrovna again)
"I won't cry anymore, Victor. You're right. This strength is ours now. I will set the trap for Anasya. She will be caught by my hand."
Alia's final words ignite a deep excitement in Victor. He knows this woman is not just his lover, but his ultimate weapon.
Victor kisses Alia hard on the lips. There is no love in this kiss, only the scent of power and betrayal.
Scene: Humanity in the Ice
EXT. A SNOW-COVERED STREET – NIGHT/DAWN – CONTINUOUS
The night is ending and dawn is breaking, with dense fog and cold all around. ALIA has left her luxurious apartment. She is wearing a long, black overcoat. Her mind is still heavy with the cycle of power with Victor and the sorrow of her family.
Alia was walking quickly, her eyes fixed on the road. Just then, she saw it—
On one side of the street, a crude, drunk thug/hooligan was harassing a young girl. The man was yelling and the girl was trembling with fear.
As the girl tried to free herself, the man shoved her hard, sending her sprawling onto the ice-covered road. The girl's eyes were wide with terror.
At that exact moment, a large truck was rapidly approaching them, cutting through the fog. The truck would likely not be able to stop. The girl was right in front of the truck, with no time to stand up.
For a moment, no thought or strategy crossed Alia's mind—only immediate human instinct. Fifteen hundred years of power or Victor's arrogance—she forgot everything.
In an instant, Alia ripped off her long, heavy black overcoat.
She dashed with lightning speed, lunged over the girl, wrapped her body completely around the girl, and used all her strength to shove herself and the girl violently to the side.
Sound: The screech of the truck's tires and a loud, crashing sound.
The truck slammed on its brakes, stopping just inches from where the girl had been.
Alia and the girl lay on a mound of snow. Alia's black overcoat was spread over them. Alia was slightly injured, but the girl was completely safe.
The man, stunned with fear, quickly ran away. The truck driver jumped out, shouting.
Alia got up. There was no fear or anger in her eyes, only a quiet, yet intense gaze. She helped the girl stand up.
The girl, trembling with fear and gratitude, tried to hug Alia.
YOUNG GIRL:
(Trembling with fear)
"Thank you... you saved me... you..."
Alia gently let go of the girl. She picked up her black overcoat from the ground.
ALIA:
(In a calm, slow voice, in Russian accent)
"You are safe now. Call your family. And in the future, learn to turn fear into strength."
Alia pulled her overcoat back on. Before the girl could say anything more, Alia walked quickly away into the fog. She didn't look back, as if this act of heroism were utterly commonplace to her.
Scene: The Thug's Return
ALIA is calmly reassuring the girl and putting on her overcoat, telling her to leave, just as the hooligan quickly returns. Perhaps he realized this woman was stronger than him, and he feels humiliated.
Now, there is not fear in the man's eyes, but the rage of wounded pride.
HOOLIGAN:
(Shouting, using vulgar language)
"Where did you come from! Interrupting my business? Who are you? What do you think, you're some kind of hero? Wait, I'll show you!"
The man lunges towards Alia. He intends to publicly insult Alia and slap her.
A cold, sharp smile suddenly appears on Alia's face. Her eyes turn icy cold. The humanity that was in her just moments ago instantly vanishesThe Queen of Victor, the descendant of Alexa, awakens within her.
Just as the man raises his hand to strike Alia—
Alia grabs his wrist with lightning speed. The man's face contorts in pain.
ALIA:
(Her voice is no longer calm; it is sharp, cold, and authoritative, mixed with a Russian accent in English/Russian)
"You would raise a hand against me?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Alia delivers a ferocious slap across the man's face with her other hand. The sound of the slap rings out in the quiet, snow-covered environment like a cannon shot. The man is thrown backward, falling onto the ice. A trace of blood emerges from his mouth.
Trembling with fear and agony, the man stares up at Alia.
ALIA:
(Leaning over him, looking him in the eye, her voice is now pure power and threat)
"Do you know who I am? The one you tried to touch is the last Queen of your empire! You dare interfere with my work? A small bug like you is not fit to exist in my empire."
Alia's face is hard with fury, and a cruel, Victor-like smile plays on her lips.
ALIA:
(Each word carrying the coldness of ice)
"Your place will be buried beneath the ground now! You have forgotten who walked this street this morning! If your body is found tomorrow morning, no one will ever know what happened."
The man cannot utter another word. He is frozen in terror. Alia leaves him lying in the snow and walks on her way, as if nothing has occurred.
Scene: Psychopathic Smile and the Final Blow
EXT. A SNOW-COVERED STREET – NIGHT/DAWN – CONTINUOUS
The HOOLIGAN lies on the ice, stunned by Alia's slap. He is paralyzed with fear. ALIA leans over him, delivering her final threat: "Your place will be buried beneath the ground now!"
The man is shaking as he looks up at her, while the YOUNG GIRL stands watching the scene from a distance. Her eyes now show extreme fear instead of gratitude.
Alia suddenly straightens up. An odd, cold smile appears at the corner of her lips—a blend of her ancestor Alexa's cruelty and Victor's psychopathic nature. This is no ordinary smile; it is the smile of extreme indifference to life.
Alia pulls a small, black handgun from inside her black overcoat.
Before the man can even comprehend—
Sound: A suppressed gunshot.
Alia shoots the man in the head instantly. His body immediately goes still on the ice.
Alia's psycho-smile widens after the shot. She watches the smoke rise from the gun barrel, then calmly places it back inside her coat.
The girl can no longer contain her terror. She screams and collapses, covering her face with her hands. The woman who saved her has instantly turned into a dangerous murderer.
ALIA:
(Looking calmly at the girl, as if she is imparting a valuable lesson)
"Stop your panic. If he didn't die today, he would die tomorrow. The weak have no place in this world."
Just then, two black SUVs approach at high speed through the fog and brake near Alia. The car doors open, and two massive Bodyguards quickly emerge. They instantly assess the situation.
One bodyguard quickly drags the man's lifeless body into the snow. The other extends a specialized piece of the overcoat toward Alia.
BODYGUARD 1:
(In Russian, in a low voice)
"Queen, your hand. There is blood from the ice."
Alia, completely unfazed, cleans her hand with the wet wipe provided by the bodyguard. She then looks one last time at the girl, who is now sitting on the ground, shaking with terror.
ALIA:
(To the Bodyguard)
"The girl doesn't know what she saw. Take her home. But completely erase this day from her memory forever."
BODYGUARD 2:
"As you command, Queen."
Alia does not delay another moment. She gets into the SUV with her head held high, adjusting her overcoat. Her face shows no sign that she has just shot a man dead.
The two cars quickly vanish into the fog. Left behind are the girl's stifled sobs, blood on the ice, and a lifeless body. Alia's mind is now once again consumed with the cycle of power and the trap for Anasya.