Scene 6: "Power Play"
Location: Imperial Suite, Hôtel du Couronne
Time: 10:48 PM
Mood: Flirting + Dominance + Subtle Test of Trust
Victor is sitting half-leaned on the sofa, holding a glass, his hair slightly messy. Alia slowly walks toward him, dressed in a white silk robe, her footsteps soft. A sweet, mischievous expression shines in her eyes.
Alia (smiling, in a low voice):
"Victor, you're actually a white cat."
Victor looks at her — satisfaction in his eyes, but he senses something is coming.
Alia stands slowly in front of him. Then, lightly tugging Victor's tie with her hand —
she sits down on his lap.
Victor (laughing):
"Back to play again, cat?"
Alia runs her fingers through his hair, messing it up. She brings her face very close, but does not touch his lips.
Alia (smirking):
"If we don't play, then what? You're my white cat —
very polite, soft, careful… and me?"
Victor (looking into her eyes):
"You're fire. But fire knows when to burn to death, and when to warm."
Alia laughs and pulls his tie completely undone.
Alia:
"You're wrong, Victor. I'm not fire — I'm a wildfire."
Victor (breath dropping low):
"…And me? I'm the wood."
Their eyes play with the same mixture of desire, interest, and danger. This is not love — it's an unspoken agreement.
Scene 7: "No Words, Only Aftermath"
Location: Imperial Suite, Alia's Bedroom
Time: 12:10 AM
Mood: Silence, Emotion, Aftermath
The screen is black, then slowly fades in.
The camera is low angle — showing one foot — Alia's — dangling from the bed. Her soles tremble slightly. Next to her is another foot — Victor's. Both silent, but their movements show something deep has happened.
Cut to:
On the floor lies a piece of white silk garment — Alia's. Next to it are Victor's tie and shirt, folded. Everything looks like the ruins after a silent battle.
Cut to:
Outside the window, the night lights of Monaco glow. The sound of distant waves can be heard.
Sound:
Silence, soft breaths, and a faraway ship horn.
The camera slowly stops by the bedside but never fully shows them — only their presence is felt.
Alia (whispering):
"Are you still wood?"
Victor (slowly, exhaling):
"No. Now I am ashes."
This is not love; it was a leap into the fire — a chess game of body and mind.
Scene 8: "The Devil in Blue Eyes"
Location: Imperial Suite — Bedroom
Time: 12:16 AM
Mood: Mysterious, Serene, but Deeply Intense
The camera slowly focuses on Victor's face. The light is dim, but his eyes are clear.
Victor's eyes:
Crystal clear blue.
He looks human, but his eyelids, eyebrows, even his silver-white hair carry a strange, almost supernatural glow.
The camera slowly moves down — focusing on his fit, sharp six-pack abs. His body glistens lightly with sweat, as if the battle is not over.
Alia's hand rests firmly on his chest. Her hand doesn't tremble — instead, it's steady.
Alia (looking into his eyes):
"Does blood really flow inside you, Victor?
Or is it ice?"
Victor doesn't reply, only gazes, as if he doesn't even recognize himself right now.
Alia leans in… her lips touch Victor's —
but the kiss is not soft; it's commanding.
Alia (whispering near his ear):
"You're mine now. The pact is until the end. Not after the game, but before it."
Victor (closing his eyes, whispering once):
"If I'm the devil,
then you're the queen — the one who made me with her own hands."
Time: 12:22 AM
Mood: Sorrow, Tenderness, Surrender
The camera slowly zooms in on Alia's face. Her eyes closed, biting her lips to hold back tears. One hand clutching the sheet — as if trying to hold herself together.
In the background, soft Russian lyrics float — but it's not from speakers; it sounds like a live voice.
The camera slowly moves down — showing Victor holding both her hands gently, as if letting her break but not fall.
Victor's voice (slow, deep, in Russian):
"Тихо, моя девочка,
Ты – не сломана.
Плачь, но знай —
Ты в огне, но не одна..."
(Translation: "Quiet now, my girl,
You are not broken.
Cry, but know —
You are in fire, but not alone…")
Alia opens her eyes, wet but peaceful. A fragile, broken smile touches her lips.
Alia (broken voice, whispering through tears):
"Who are you? Man, or something else?"
Victor (touching her forehead with his lips, without answering, continues singing):
"Ты – моя буря,
Я – твой дом из пепла..."
("You are my storm,
I am your home of ashes…")
The camera slowly pulls back. The room's light is soft. Outside the window, Monaco's sky still twinkles.
The camera focuses on Alia's soles. Pearly pink polish on her toenails, skin smooth. One foot held by Victor's hand — head bowed, eyes closed.
Victor kisses Alia's foot — not out of desire, not for forgiveness — but like a ritual, a pact.
A sparkle in Alia's eyes — strange tears well up in honey-colored eyes. She does not cry, but her eyes say:
"This man does not touch me; he touches my soul."
Outside, on the balcony — two bodyguards sit.
One is young, wearing sunglasses even at night.
The other is older — cigarette in his lips but unlit.
They wear earpieces; the inner sounds are unclear, but…
Suddenly a soft breath sound, then silence.
A faint gasp — unclear.
The older bodyguard signals off with a hand on his earpiece.
He says in a low voice: "New guy, you won't understand... some sounds are better left unheard."
The scene returns inside.
Victor's forehead touches Alia's knee.
Alia whispers something — unheard.
But in their eyes it's clear —
This relationship is no game, no war, no love.
It is destiny.
Time: 12:30 AM
Mood: Deep, shadowed desire
In the background, the Russian lyrics again — Victor's voice, but now distant.
The camera slowly pans back to the balcony.
City lights in front, distant roar of the sea faintly heard.
The young bodyguard puts his earpiece back in.
A faint sound comes from inside — a whisper, a muffled noise…
He looks wide-eyed at the senior bodyguard.
Senior (closing eyes, shaking his head):
"You don't know what's happening inside, and you don't need to."
The young man clears his throat and turns away.
Three seconds of silence... then —
The young man suddenly muffles a laugh.
A shaky laugh that he can't hold back.
The senior looks at him irritated.
"Stop laughing... this is 'their' pact. Layers and layers of fire."
"So that's why it's funny! What kind of pact is this, brother?"
"Victor, whose feet get kissed, nothing in this world can burn him."
Pause...
"Brother… I want to make a pact too. Where's the package?"
A faint sound floats from the inner room.
Two bodyguards sit silently by the window in their suits.
Young bodyguard (with earpiece, eyes wide):
"Bro, is this a war zone or a love zone, I can't tell!"
Senior bodyguard closes his eyes calmly, sipping tea.
"Oh Lord, it's just starting now... so soon... is this fast-track love?"
He sips tea slowly and says:
"Oh yes... that soon."
(trying to hide a grin between clenched teeth)
Laughing, his voice cracks:
"Bro, is this a pact or a lifetime MIU (Make It Up) offer?
Victor brother finished the game just by kissing a foot!"
He shakes his head and says slowly:
"Shut up, put a cotton bud in your ear. What's coming next won't survive a PG-13 rating."
The young man raises his phone pretending to take a selfie:
"Bro, tomorrow on my Insta story: 'My boss's bedroom smells, my ears ring, I'm cursed!'"
.
The Night Ends, Secrets Spill"
Location: Imperial Suite – Morning
Time: 7:42 AM
Mood: Gentle, Regal, Slightly Funny
Interior — Bedroom
The camera slowly zooms in on Alia's sleeping face.
Her hair is messy on the pillow, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The first light of the sun gently touches her cheek.
The bed beside her is empty — Victor is not there.
The camera slowly moves away towards the window outside...
Exterior — Corridor outside the Suite
A maid (in uniform, hair tied back, holding a tray) pulls a chair and sits down.
A silent smile plays on her lips — she knows something happened inside but won't say a word.
In a soft voice she hums:
> "Madam probably won't have tea today, something hotter seems to have happened..."
At one side of the corridor, two bodyguards lean back asleep.
They have earpieces in, but now no "war sounds" come through...
The younger bodyguard mumbles in his sleep:
> "Madam… Madam… don't move your feet..."
The senior one murmurs:
> "Contract signed… two copies… no witnesses needed..."
The maid smiles softly and shakes her head.
> "Brother, if Madam hears this… she'll just cancel the contract with her mind!"
The camera slowly returns to the window —
The sun has fully risen.
A white pigeon comes to rest on the curtain rod.
Soft French-style music plays in the background —
"C'est la vie... Madam and Victor's game is still on..."
Alia slowly wakes.
Eyes half-open. The pillow beside her empty.
She glances at the clock once, then looks at herself.
She pulls the sheet up to her chest and whispers softly:
> Alia:
"Hmm...? Who is Maria? What was your problem with her?"
No one is in the room.
The camera slowly pans to the bedside.
Victor's shirt lies there...
Hanging on it is a red belt.
Next to it — a piece of red silk cloth.
Maybe it was tied around a head, maybe a waist.
Alia's eyes fix on the belt and the cloth.
A familiar fog gathers in her eyes — suspicion, memories, and questions.
But her gaze remains locked on the red belt and silk.
Her face shows surprise and a strange, silent turmoil.
She freezes.
> Maria:
(looking fixedly at the belt, whispering slowly)
"Has he still not thrown this belt away...?"
> (Not looking away, thinking to herself)
"Do you know whose color this is?"
Alia looks at her.
> Alia (biting her lip):
"This belt isn't just a color, right?"
> Maria:
"Victor once burned a whole city in this color.
And silenced a girl…"
Location: Imperial Suite → Monaco Casino
Time: 8:12 AM
Mood: Confident, Mysterious, Queen's Return
Interior — Inside the Suite
Maria still stands, gripping the tray tightly.
Alia slowly rises. No more sleep in her eyes —
the familiar 'Ice Queen' look has returned.
> Alia (soft voice but firm):
"Go."
Maria stops. Wants to say something but doesn't.
She slowly walks to the door.
Looking back once, but Alia does not look back.
Cut to: Bathroom — Fresh-up Scene
Light electronic beats play in the background like a preparation rhythm.
The camera shows:
Alia washing her face,
Light water running down her cheek,
She wipes her eyes with a towel and looks in the mirror...
Trying to recognize herself.
She picks up lipstick — blood red.
> (Thinks once, then applies it again)
Hair tied in a high ponytail. Diamonds in her ears, sunglasses on her eyes.
She seems to prepare for battle, not for love.
Cut to: Elevator
Alia stands alone.
The camera shows from behind — the sound of heels tapping softly on the elevator floor.
The elevator doors open — the day begins.
Exterior — Monaco streets, Alia walks.
Cars, luxury, sunshine — yet she is alone.
Monaco Casino's golden gates —
Standing in front, she removes her sunglasses.
Close-up on the camera — a slight crooked smile on her lips.
Soft French jazz plays.
Interior — Casino
Chips, cards, champagne, people —
Alia enters as if stepping onto a stage where everyone is an audience.
People stare.
No one knows who she is,
No one knows whom she is looking for.
But she knows —
> Tonight, the game will begin again.
Only the table will change.