NIGHT – SILENT ROOM
Alia suddenly opens her eyes. Both her hands are cuffed.
Victor stands beside her, a calm yet poisonous smile on his lips.
Victor slowly touches Alia's legs, pulling them gently towards him.
In his eyes, fire and mystery blaze together.
Victor (whispers):
"Sweet Alia… I am a Russian lord, and you are my godmother — together we rule this entire world."
Alia smiles faintly, her eyes gleaming with a challenging brightness.
Alia:
"Tomorrow is my sister Sofia's wedding feast. And you, Victor, you'll remain the same as always, won't you?"
Victor lifts his hand from her legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
Victor (deep voice):
"I am stronger than ever before. And it is only for you that I fight today."
Alia turns her gaze on him, her eyes sharp like a laser.
Alia (smiling softly):
"So, Victor, are you starting another game?"
Victor lets out a slow, mysterious laugh.
Victor:
"Maybe."
SCENE CUT – MORNING
Location: Alia & Victor's Bedroom
Time: 9:00 AM
Mood: Soft, intimate, playful with love
Gentle sunlight enters through the window. White curtains sway softly in the breeze.
On the bed — Alia and Victor, both unclothed, wrapped only in a single white blanket.
Alia's hair spreads over the white sheets, her eyes half-closed. Victor's arm is firmly wrapped around her waist.
A phone rings. On the screen: "Sofia Calling…"
Without opening her eyes, Alia answers.
Sofia (worried):
"Sis! It's already 9! Aren't you coming? I thought you'd be here early morning!"
Alia smiles lightly, her voice still sleepy.
Alia (sweet tone):
"I'll come. Just a little late… I'm still half-asleep."
Victor presses a kiss gently on Alia's neck.
Alia (laughing softly, whispering):
"There's a stubborn Russian here who insists on not letting me go yet…"
Sofia (teasing laugh):
"Oh, I get it. Fine, sis — but please come before noon."
The call ends.
Victor opens his eyes.
Victor (gentle voice):
"You won't go, will you?"
Alia:
"I will. But this moment… this morning, I don't want to leave you."
Victor squeezes her hand gently.
The blanket shifts slightly; Alia rests her head on his chest — a silence of peace surrounding them.
Camera zooms out
Outside, faint mist; inside, a world of intimacy between two souls.
Subtitle (Alia's inner voice):
"All my life I have fought battles…
This morning is neither victory nor defeat —
Just a little love."
SCENE: MORNING – PREPARATION
Location: Alia's Villa, Master Bedroom
Time: 8:15 AM
Mood: Romantic, intimate, slowly returning to reality
Background: Soft piano music.
The bathroom door opens. Alia steps out through the steam — wearing a white satin robe, her hair wet, her eyes still carrying the softness of sleep.
She pauses in front of the mirror. No kohl in her eyes, no lipstick on her lips, yet her presence burns with fire.
On the bed, Victor lies half-asleep, still wrapped in the white blanket. His bare chest gleams in the sunlight. He slowly opens his eyes, his gaze steady.
Victor (deep voice):
"You turn every morning into an ornament, do you know that?"
Alia brushes her wet hair back, looking at the mirror.
Alia (smiling faintly):
"And you start every morning with words. Right now, I'm looking for a coat, not poetry."
She opens the wardrobe and takes out a coat.
Alia:
"Tell me, it's snowing outside… Should I wear this white long coat, or the leather blazer?"
Victor rises from the bed, still wrapped in the blanket. He stands behind her, pressing a kiss into her hair.
Victor (soft voice):
"Whatever you wear, the world trembles. But I prefer the white coat — in it, you don't look like a bride, you look like a ruler."
Alia lets out a small laugh. Her lips tremble as if to say something, then stop.
Alia (softly):
"Today is Sofia's day. I want all the light to fall on her."
Victor bows his head slightly, in a gesture of respect.
Victor:
"As you wish. I'll stand by your side, but only as a shadow."
Alia puts on sunglasses, slips into her heels.
Alia:
"You can never be a shadow, Victor. When you stand in front, the world steps back."
Victor smiles faintly.
Victor:
"If you study politics, I'll open a school of crime. We've built an empire together — let there be a little celebration today in your sister's kingdom."
Scene cut
Both are ready — Victor in a black suit, Alia radiant in her white coat.
The car door opens.
Alia steps inside, Victor beside her. The car slowly rolls past the villa gates.
Subtitle (Alia's inner voice):
"There was a time I was alone.
Now, I am not —
Yet inside my shadow, fire still burns."
EXT. ALIA'S VILLA – DRIVEWAY – MORNING (8:25 AM)
A grand curved driveway in front of the white villa.
A black Maserati Quattroporte Trofeo stops at the entrance — matte black finish, red brake calipers, the trident logo gleaming in the sunlight.
Victor holds the door for Alia.
She sits gracefully inside — her white coat and black heels shining in the light.
Victor gets in beside her.
Close-up: Maserati's trident logo, the chrome lettering "Quattroporte."
The camera pans inside the car, to Alia's face — eyes fierce, lips silent.
The car glides out through the villa gates.
Subtitle (Victor's inner voice):
"You rule the kingdom, I only clear the roads."
INT. MASERATI – MOVING – MORNING
Soft piano plays.
Alia stares ahead, sunglasses hiding her eyes, her jaw set firmly.
On the back seat sits little Irovona — 2 years old. Suddenly, she starts crying.
Irovona (whimpering, through tears):
"Mom… milk… hungry…"
Alia instantly removes her sunglasses, turning towards her daughter.
Her stern face melts, a tender smile curving her lips.
Victor glances back gently.
Victor:
"Stop the car."
EXT. ROADSIDE – CAR HALTS
Alia doesn't get out. Instead, she moves to the back seat, taking Irovona into her arms.
She shifts her coat aside, lowers her robe slightly, and breastfeeds her child.
The baby grows quiet.
Only the sound of her breathing, and her mother's gentle rocking.
Background: Soft piano blends with a woman's humming — like a lullaby.
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INT. MASERATI – MOVING – MORNING
Victor drives slowly along the snowy road. His face carries a serene calm, his eyes often glancing at Alia.
Alia sits in the back, nursing Irovona. Her attention is wholly on the baby, but in the corner of her eye, she shares a soft smile with Victor.
Victor (gentle voice):
"Where you are, I am. Not just on this road — but on the path of your life."
Alia (tender voice):
"Our little kingdom sleeps in my arms."
The camera pulls back outside — the snowy road stretches ahead, the villa gates fading in the distance.
INT. MASERATI – MOVING – 8:35 AM
Sunlight filters through the glass. Snow lines the roadside.
Victor drives, his eyes peaceful.
In the back, Alia holds Irovona, who has now fallen asleep.
Suddenly, the other four children seated beside her all begin crying together.
Children:
"Mom, me too!"
"I'm hungry!"
"Milk, Mom!"
"I want first!"
Alia sighs — but with no trace of irritation.
She gently lays Irovona in the baby carrier, then takes out four bottles from her bag — each pre-filled with her milk, kept warm.
She hands them to each child.
The eldest daughter, Ava (5), giggles as she takes her bottle.
Ava (laughing):
"Mom, you're like a milk ATM!"
Everyone bursts out laughing.
For a moment, politics, empires, responsibilities — all fade away.
Victor (watching through the rearview mirror):
"If we hand the kingdom to them, peace will come."
Alia (softly, with tears in her eyes):
"These five faces are my empire. Everything else is just duty."
SCENE: IN FRONT OF SOFIA'S HOUSE – 9:15 AM
Location: One of the capital's most elite neighborhoods.
Sofia's home — marble stairs, black gate, a garden filled with flowers.
The black Maserati pulls up slowly.
Four bodyguards open the doors, sunglasses on, earpieces in. One walks ahead to secure the area.
Alia steps out — radiant in her white coat, carrying Irovona.
Her other children follow.
Victor stands beside her, strength embodied in his black suit.
The front door opens.
Sofia emerges — glowing on her special day. Beside her, her husband, dressed in a navy-blue sherwani, pride in his eyes.
Alia climbs the steps slowly.
Bodyguards secure the surroundings, holding back photographers.
Sofia's husband greets her respectfully.
Husband (bowing his head, joining hands):
"Your presence blesses this house, Alia."
Victor steps back — becoming the shadow he promised to be.
Alia, in her white coat, embodies it all — mother, woman, leader.
Alia (smiling, firm beneath her voice):
"Today is your day. We have come to give light, not take it away."
Sofia (eyes moist):
"With you here, I feel strong again. My elder sister…"
Alia (locking eyes):
"Today, not only words — we stand shoulder to shoulder.
One mother gave us birth, no politics can divide that."
Scene freezes:
The two sisters climb the stairs together.
Victor in the background, bodyguards on the sides, a new history ahead.
Subtitle (Alia's inner voice):
"Once, strength was my weapon —
Today, it is my gift."
SCENE: ALIA'S VILLA – 1:10 PM
Location: A quiet, serene neighborhood.
Alia's private villa — fountains in front, gates opening automatically.
The Maserati rolls into the garage.
Bodyguards relax.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Alia enters, tossing off her shoes, collapsing onto the sofa.
Alia (laughing, wrapping herself in a blanket):
"People think politicians never sleep…
But actually, I eat bread rolls and watch Netflix."
Victor brings juice from the fridge.
Victor (winking):
"You went to give light — now have some glucose."
Alia (teasing):
"Today I'm not just a mother — I'm the MasterChef of the kitchen! This evening, there will be spicy street snacks — made by me!"
Little Irovona runs up and clings to her.
Irovona:
"Mom, you're so famous! But you love me the most, right?"
Alia (with certainty):
"You're my biggest voter. You always make me win."
Alia loosens her hair, taking off the white coat and setting it aside.
The camera slowly zooms out — the powerful Alia, at home now only peace embodied.
Subtitle (Alia's inner voice):
"Outside, I am the wall.
Inside, I am the cradle.
A mother, a woman — today, a little rest is my politics."