ALIA:
"For me, Victor is what's real now. No matter what, he is my Husband. He... he loves me."
(Alia's voice trembles slightly as she says this, as if she is forcibly suppressing her inner vulnerability.)
ALIA:
"A relationship with you could bring me trouble. This intimacy will invite danger for me. To survive in Victor's empire, I must be ruthless."
ALIA:
(Fixing Anashia with an intense, commanding look)
"You must go to Korea. Return to your own place. I don't want to be with you. My life is with Victor now."
(Anashia remains still. Alia's cruel rejection is not just a part of the power game to her, but the reopening of an ancient heart wound.)
ANASHIA:
(Sighing, in a pained but calm voice)
"Your decision... I understand, Alexa. Victor's power has blinded you. The man you grant the title of husband to gambled with your children. Remember, Alia, your love won't save you."
ANASHIA:
(Giving a final warning)
"I am leaving. But as soon as this ice melts, your husband's betrayal will be revealed to you. On that day, you will fight alone. Goodbye."
(Anashia doesn't wait. She quickly turns to her team and vanishes in the opposite direction through the blizzard. Alia stands alone on the snow, trying to maintain her hardened face. But a single tear collects in the corner of her eye and freezes.)
Scene: Explosion of Grief
Setting: RUSSIA'S SNOW-COVERED VAST OPEN FIELD – NIGHT – CONTINUOUS
(As Anashia vanishes through the blizzard, ALIA remains standing alone on the snow. Her eyes are fixed on the path Anashia took. She was trying her utmost to hold onto her rigid resolve, but she couldn't anymore.)
(All the floodgates of Alia's inner resistance break. All the sorrow of her life—the loss of her family, the memory of June, Victor's threat, and the bitterness of her own betrayal—simultaneously overwhelm her.)
ALIA:
(Lets out a sharp, piercing shriek that cuts through the sound of the blizzard)
AH!!!
(She screams out loud and, ignoring her long black overcoat, drops heavily to her knees on the snow. Alia buries her face in her hands and sobs so violently that her body shakes under the weight of the intense grief.)
(This crying was not an expression of power or authority—it was the explosive burst of profound personal sorrow from a helpless woman, a broken queen. The snow was settling on her shoulders and hair, but she paid no attention.)
(Just then, silently emerging from the hazy fog of the blizzard directly behind Alia, her personal and trusted bodyguard, YASH, appears. He hadn't seen the entire exchange or the end of the conflict, but his stern face softens slightly at the sight of his Queen.)
(Yash does not look directly at Alia. He kneels near her, maintaining a respectful distance, so as not to embarrass the Queen in her moment of complete vulnerability.)
YASH:
(In Russian, quietly but with deep respect)
"Koroleva (Queen), please get up. The snow is too cold. Remaining here for long is dangerous for you. This grief must be converted into strength."
(Alia gives no answer, only continues to bury her face in the snow, expelling her inner pain. Yash gently touches the edge of her overcoat, as if silently signaling her to move toward the helicopter.)
(Alia slowly stops crying. The trembling of her shoulders ceases. She wipes the snow and tears from her palms. She doesn't lift her head, only keeps her gaze fixed on the snow.)
(After a moment of silence, Alia's voice is heard. It is no longer a sob, but its depth is cold and hard as stone—as if all emotion has been extinguished.)
ALIA:
(In a slow, low, but commanding voice)
"Let's go."
(She says nothing more. Alia slowly stands up. Yash instantly rises too and adjusts her overcoat slightly.)
(Alia does not look back even once. With her broken heart and newly cemented resolve, she walks quickly toward the helicopter. Yash follows her silently. Only the frozen imprint of Alia's tears remains on the snow.)
Scene: Cold Silence
Setting: ALIA'S LUXURIOUS APARTMENT – INT. BEDROOM/LIVING AREA – NIGHT – NEW SCENE SCENE TRANSLATION
ALIA (ALIA) and VICTOR's (VICTOR) living space now has a completely different mood. After the conflict of the blizzard and the emotional moments, a heavy, stagnant silence now reigns between them.)
INT. ALIA'S ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Alia has returned to her luxurious apartment. She has taken off her long black overcoat and thrown it onto the floor, as if casting away all the emotions and conflicts within her. She slowly walks and stands in front of the massive glass window. The night lights of Moscow are visible outside, but there is no brilliance in Alia's eyes—only the coldness of resolve. She knows Victor's life...
NT. ALIA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
ALIA has just entered her luxurious apartment. The conflicts of the outside world seem to cling to her, which she is now trying to shed in the surrounding silence.The Call from the Past
INT. ALIA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
ALIA (30s, elegant, but internally rattled) enters her luxurious, high-rise apartment. She attempts to shake off the conflict from the outside world, seeking refuge in the apartment's quiet solitude.
INT. VICTOR'S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
VICTOR (30s, sharp, intense) is seated in his luxurious but austere office. His face is hard, his eyes burning with palpable fury. His rage is directed at MARGARET ZHAYNKHA.
He has just thrown a document across his sleek desk. Victor's voice is deceptively calm, but every word drips with seething resentment:
VICTOR
Margaret Zhaynkha—she will answer for this imbecility. Immediately! I will not tolerate another mistake.
The Warning
Alia stands still by the window, staring out at the Moscow skyline. The lingering tension from the earlier conflict still clings to her.
Suddenly, her phone RINGS. A name flashes on the screen—a sight that makes Alia's eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat for a fleeting moment. It's VICTOR'S FATHER.
Clear fear flashes in Alia's eyes. She knows Victor's father is not merely a retiree; he is a former influential Mafia Lord. Though retired, the blood of the Russian dynasty and his old power still runs deep. Victor now runs the empire in his stead.
Alia picks up the phone with a trembling hand, trying to keep her voice steady.
ALIA
(Whispering)
Hello... Sir?
(The camera holds on Alia's face, revealing that this call is not just a family chat, but a silent threat of power.)
A calm yet heavy voice comes through the phone—Victor's Father. The tone escalates Alia's fear.
VICTOR'S FATHER
(Voice cool, a faint Russian accent)
Alia. Thank you for your time. I know you are tired.
ALIA
(Composing herself)
No, no, Sir. Please speak.
VICTOR'S FATHER
I called only to give you a warning. What is happening between you and Victor—the arguments, the misunderstandings... it is normal.
(A moment of silence. His voice lowers, becoming sharp and incisive.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
But remember, Victor is no longer just my son. He runs an empire. And that empire is not a playground for love or squabbles. If you cannot give him strength... if you distract him...
(He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, which sounds like a looming threat.)
VICTOR'S FATHER
I know your past, Alia. I have seen your strength. That strength must be for Victor, not against him. There is no place for weakness in our family. His life must not become a dangerous game. Do you understand what I am telling you?
ALIA
(Her voice dry)
Yes, Sir. I... I understand.
(Victor's Father disconnects the call without another word.)
INT. ALIA'S APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
Alia slowly lowers the phone. Her eyes close—all her fear, conflict, and the burden of this newfound responsibility now weigh heavily on her. She knows this call was not just a warning; it was a clear instruction. She stands frozen, focused entirely on the threat looming over her relationship.