Alia slowly stepped back, her eyes sharp and piercing as she said,
"Yes, Mafia boss Margaret.
Your family's history is not just about blood and fire...
There's a branch called the 'Angel Mafia.'
You know, your grandfather's brother was the leader of that faction?"
Margaret's faint smile disappeared.
A flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.
"You know a lot, Alia," Margaret said coldly.
Alia stepped forward, lowering her voice a little,
"You know whose daughter I am.
Don't underestimate me."
Margaret smiled lightly and looked into Alia's eyes again.
Her eyes were cold, but inside, sparks of fire flickered.
"I know... whose daughter you are," she said softly.
"There's fire in your blood, just as there is in mine. But remember one thing, Alia—"
She took a step closer and whispered,
"I'm no ordinary person.
I am the kind of person—man or woman—who doesn't hesitate to finish off anyone when needed."
Alia's gaze hardened. She pressed her lips tightly.
Margaret added with a bitter smile,
"My reputation is stained, that's true.
But that very reputation made me a legend.
You know, in this world, fear is not how you survive."
---
Suddenly, Margaret grabbed Alia's hand and pulled her in.
Soft, mysterious music began playing over the room's sound system—a slow, electric tango.
Margaret smiled silently, spinning Alia gently.
"You're a clever girl, Alia," she said, her eyes mixing admiration with threat.
The rhythm of the dance deepened.
Then suddenly, Margaret leaned down and whispered into Alia's ear—
"But there's one thing you don't know...
I'm actually a Russian-Korean man."
Alia froze. Her eyes widened in shock.
"...Margaret?" she whispered slowly.
Margaret laughed—a cold, sharp laugh.
"You all think I'm some mysterious woman.
But this... is my greatest disguise.
I've been playing this game for a long time."
---
Margaret's lips started singing clearly in Russian:
"Ты не знаешь, кто я, но танцуешь со мной,
В этом свете теней — я твой герой.
Мир мой падает вниз, но я улыбаюсь,"
("You don't know who I am, but you're dancing with me,
In this light of shadows—I am your hero.
My world is falling down, yet I smile.")
---
Alia paused for a moment but didn't stop dancing.
Margaret whispered,
"Don't stop dancing, Alia... this beat is the rhythm of our war."
Alia slowly said,
"You sing well, but every word of yours hides a knife."
Margaret laughed again and continued singing...
"Я играл в любовь, теперь — это война.
Ты хотела чувства, но я — тишина..."
("I played with love, now it's war.
You wanted feelings, but I'm silence...")
"Я не звонил, не открыл дверь и не спал,
Я чуть тебя не задушил, но проигнорировал твои слова.
Снова кружится моя голова,
Мой мармелад, я всё испортил."
("I didn't call, didn't open the door, didn't sleep,
I almost strangled you but ignored your words.
My head is spinning again,
My marmalade, I ruined everything.")
"Целовал, обнимал, а потом мы расстались.
Я чуть не влюбился, забыл твои слова.
Снова кружится моя голова,
Мой мармелад, я всё испортил."
("I kissed, hugged, and then we parted.
I almost fell in love, forgot your words.
My head is spinning again,
My marmalade, I ruined everything.")
---
[Chorus]
"Трай муа-муа, трай жага-жага,
Трай м-м, мне это нужно, нужно.
Снова кружится моя голова,
Мой мармелад, я всё испортил."
("Try muah-muah, try jaga-jaga,
Try m-m, I need this, need this.
My head is spinning again,
My marmalade, I ruined everything.")
---
Alia's smile spread throughout the room—playful on her lips, sharp in her eyes.
She slowly looked at Margaret and said,
"You? No, Margaret, this time I'll speak."
Her voice held confidence and unwavering strength.
Suddenly, Margaret kissed Alia softly on the lips.
Alia's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to pull away,
But Margaret held her tightly by the hand.
She began whispering softly in her ear—
In old Russian, a phrase rarely used these days:
"Ты — мой свет в мраке, и без тебя я потерян навсегда."
("You are my light in the darkness, and without you, I am lost forever.")
Alia's eyes filled with a strange silence. After a breathless moment, she freed herself.
But those words seemed to leave a deep mark on her heart.
---
As Alia walked out of the VIP room,
Someone approached and took her hand.
"Go, have some juice, chill a bit," a gentle voice said.
Alia was a little surprised but took the juice and slowly faced them.
She kissed Margaret's hand.
From afar, someone watched the scene carefully.
Their eyes flickered with understanding—
"Big brother, little brother... there was something about them!"
A strange, muffled rumbling started inside her mind.
She realized the relationship between Margaret and Victor was not just enmity,
But something deep and complicated.
Suddenly, Victor arrived—scene cut.
---
"Three Faces, Three Triggers"
The crowd, lights, and music at the party all stopped.
Only three people stood in a corner.
Victor, eyes red, trembling hands aiming a gun at Alia.
His face showed no expression—only a muffled growl as if trying to break free from within.
Alia laughed—a cold, sharp laugh.
"Your brother...
You still blame me for his death.
Then take it, take your revenge.
Your finger is already on the trigger...
Shoot. I'm standing right here."
Victor's eyes trembled. His breath grew heavy.
Just then...
"You have guts..."
A cold voice came from beside him—Margaret.
She pressed her pistol against Victor's head.
Her face bore that old cold smile—golden hair glowing like fire.
"Victor, you've become so weak that you would pull the trigger just because of a girl's words?
Do you know who was really behind your brother's death?"
---
Scene — "Final Truth, Final Battle"
Alia laughed—madness restrained on her lips, fire in her eyes.
"You know, Victor?
Right in front of your eyes... I killed your brother.
Because he wasn't good.
He was a monster.
I finished him myself."
Everything around froze.
Victor's eyes burned with rage. He raised his gun… but suddenly stopped.
His voice deep and slow:
"You're a fool, Alia.
The one you killed... was not my brother.
He was his clone.
The real Nikola is still alive. And he's coming—here, to this party."
Then he called out:
"Nikola!"
---
The hall door opened.
Someone entered—same face, but more terrifying, more flawless.
He smiled and said,
"Hi Alia... now you'll meet the real player."
---
Enemies surrounded Alia.
They didn't know who she was.
They thought she was just Victor's "partner."
Alia slowly lowered her glass.
Closed her eyes, took a deep breath.
A smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Then... let's begin."
Four advanced.
One threw a punch—Alia twisted his arm and threw him down with Jiu-Jitsu.
Another came from behind—she hit his neck with a Krav Maga move.
To the front—Taekwondo spinning kick.
She swept one from below with a Karate sweep.
Sounds—only the cracking of bones.
Alia didn't move.
Her breath slow, confident.
---
Victor raised his gun—but stopped.
He silently watched Alia.
His eyes held sorrow, memories, and confusion.
He whispered,
"When did you become like this?"
Alia subdued the enemies and slowly looked at him.
"The day you trusted me, but I couldn't trust myself.
Since then, I've made myself.
To survive. To see the end."
---
Scene cut.
Around Alia lay lifeless bodies. The air heavy. Even breaths seemed muffled.
Margaret didn't run away. Nikola didn't flee.
Victor lowered his gun. Slowly knelt down.
Alia saw Margaret in front of her but said nothing.
Tears welled in her eyes.
Victor stared at Alia—as if searching for the old face that once trusted him blindly.
Victor's eyes filled with tears, and he slowly sank to his knees.
He looked at Alia—as if trying to find that old Alia who once trusted him with closed eyes.
Alia smiled briefly at the corner of her lips,
Her voice strong and full of unwavering belief:
"Tick... okay. Tick tick tick... boom."
---
Suddenly, a cataclysmic explosion!
Fire spread throughout the hotel.
Doors shattered, flashes of light and smoke—people screamed and ran outside.
Victor (whispering from the ground):
"Can we call this the 'end'?"
Alia stepped forward slowly, head down, eyes steady.
Alia:
"Endings are never easy, Victor.
But this battle was mine.
You just took the wrong path."
She looked sharply at him once, then turned and started walking away.
The camera slowly zoomed out.
The hotel door opened—then suddenly Victor caught Alia in his arms, lifted her into a car, and drove home.
There, Victor apologized to Alia.
Alia said nothing—only cried.
Three months later
Wedding Scene (Grand and Magnificent)
Location: In front of a huge, luxurious five-star hotel in Moscow's VIP section.
The hotel is adorned with unique and stunning Russian architecture, exuding grandeur and elegance...