SCENE 29: The Alley Corner
Alia's face doesn't change. Her voice is steady but heavy — like an old ghost standing in front of her again.
ALIA
"Who? What's his name? Who are you talking about?"
Suddenly, she glances sideways and speaks firmly—
ALIA (cont'd)
"And Victor... you're Russian. You shouldn't be here. This isn't your fight."
Victor stands silently for a few seconds. Then, without a word, he steps forward and wraps his arms around her. He whispers:
VICTOR
"I missed you..."
Alia doesn't move. Doesn't speak. But for a fleeting moment, the corner of her eye glistens. SCENE 30: Streetside Chaos
Alia and Victor are slowly walking. Behind them, busy federal agents shuffle around. Up ahead, a few uniformed police officers are giving instructions.
One officer snaps sharply—
POLICE OFFICER
"Alright, take this path. You're VIPs, but the rules still apply. We—"
Victor smiles faintly, but says nothing.
Alia walks with her head low, her eyes shadowed with thought.
Suddenly, Victor places a hand on her shoulder—
VICTOR
"This way..."
Before Alia can respond, Victor pulls her into a narrow alley.
Shouts echo behind them—
POLICE OFFICER (O.S.)
"Hey! Where did they go?"
The alley is dimly lit. Old brick walls, a rusted container, torn posters flapping lightly in the wind.
Victor looks at Alia — eyes full of guilt, longing, and buried emotion.
He steps forward and embraces her.
Alia opens her mouth to speak, but—
Victor kisses her.
Deep. Silent. Time stops.
Alia's eyes widen.
Her hands instinctively rise to push him away—
But slowly, they soften.
A love that never died.
Just hidden.
In the distance — the wail of sirens.
Alia gently pushes Victor back, her breath heavy.
ALIA
"That... wasn't the right time."
Victor gives a quiet smile.
VICTOR
"But it wasn't the wrong feeling."
Alia grips a wooden railing beside her, her hands tightening.
Victor steps closer, his arms wrapping around her waist.
A warmth flows between them.
Alia's eyes close, a slight tremble on her lips.
No words.
Only the language of touch.
The air holds only soft breathing and deep, silent waves of emotion.
The camera circles slowly — never directly showing them —
Only shadow, breath, and closeness.
A moment that belonged only to them.
Love, aching — without pain.
SCENE 31: Victor's Office — Night
Victor sits in his lavish office.
Golden lights reflect off sleek furniture.
A grand desk is piled with files, a laptop, security monitors.
Moscow's skyline painted on the wall.
He works intently — reviewing documents, or encrypted data.
But every now and then, he pauses. Lost in memory.
An assistant enters and silently hands him a file.
Victor nods faintly, signs, gives instructions.
SCENE 32: Alia's Home — Evening
Alia sits beside her children.
They're playing, reading.
She watches them with a soft smile.
But a weight hangs in her eyes — a mix of past wounds and present responsibility.
Her phone buzzes.
A message from Victor:
"Are you okay?"
Alia smiles faintly, sets the phone aside, and turns back to her kids.
---
SCENE 33: Alia on the Phone
She reads the message again, then picks up the call.
ALIA
"Yes... I'm fine. What about you? What are you doing?"
Victor's voice is calm, deep.
VICTOR
"All is steady here. But I keep thinking of you."
Alia pauses, then chuckles lightly.
ALIA
"I'm keeping the kids alright. Just... be careful with what you're dealing with. We'll get through this. Together."
Victor exhales softly.
VICTOR
"I know. You're my strength."
---
SCENE 34: Alia's Bedroom — Midnight
Alia slowly puts her children to sleep.
Her expression is quiet, still, but slightly hollow.
She turns to her maid.
ALIA
"Watch over them. No disturbances, please."
The maid nods.
Alia walks to her room and softly shuts the door.
The lights dim.
A soft gold glow spills across the bed.
She slips into a red nightdress —
Elegant, sensual, with a transformable design that shifts between 10 styles.
She picks up her phone,
Strikes a delicate, emotional pose,
And sends Victor a photo — eyes shimmering with love and longing.
SCENE 35: Victor's Office — His Reaction
Victor notices the bodyguard watching him from the door.
The guard gives a discreet nod — a signal to leave.
Victor nods back. The guard exits.
Alone now.
Victor looks at his phone.
The photo—
Alia in the red nightdress. Mysterious. Fierce. Beautiful. Broken and brave.
He stares.
Touches the screen.
VICTOR (VO)
"It's not just a picture... it's a message. A cry from your soul. I hear you, Alia... I see you."
He smiles faintly.
VICTOR
"You always were a mystery, Alia."
He sets the phone down and exhales.
Then opens a drawer and takes out an old photo —
Of Alia, and the children.
His eyes glisten.
His grip tightens.
VICTOR (VO)
"I will protect you. I will protect them. No one will hurt our family again."
He places the picture in his coat, stands tall, and opens the drawer —
Inside, a pistol.
He picks it up, hands trembling slightly.
But his eyes burn with resolve.
He dials Alia.
She doesn't pick up.
He chuckles softly, then whispers—
VICTOR
"Wait for me, Alia... I'm coming."
SCENE 36: Alia in Russia — Morning
Three months later.
Alia now lives in Russia.
That morning, she swims alone — wearing a black, minimalist swimsuit.
She finishes, dries off, and spends time with her children.
Later that night —
She changes into the same red nightdress — the one that can shift forms.
She pauses, catching the breeze playing with the curtains.
The last streak of sunlight hits her face.
A soft knock.
She turns.
The door opens.
Victor enters.
His face firm. A soft smile on his lips.
Alia looks at him — and something inside her softens.
Victor slowly unbuttons his shirt.
Every motion says—
VICTOR
"I'm here. For you."
He lifts her gently in his arms.
Their bodies find each other like puzzle pieces.
They kiss.
Victor whispers:
VICTOR
"I don't want anything else. Just this... Just you."
Alia smiles,
His warmth against her skin.
A safe silence wraps around them.
They move slowly into the room —
Alia's hands slipping around his neck,
Victor pulling her closer.
Breath meets breath.
Emotion swells in the quiet.
The camera drifts away.
Their shadows melt together,
A red dress, soft light, and two silhouettes — finally whole.
SCENE 37: The Next Morning
Sunlight streams through the windows.
Victor and Alia lie in bed, limbs entwined.
Victor rises, picks up a large bouquet of red roses.
He walks over, admiration in his eyes.
VICTOR
"For you... the most beautiful flower in the world."
Alia blushes, laughs softly.
She takes the roses.
Victor returns, this time with a small diamond ring.
He gently slips it onto her finger.
Her eyes fill with tears.
ALIA
"It's beautiful... but your love means more."
Victor brushes her hair from her neck,
And gently hangs a delicate diamond locket around it.
Alia touches it — a symbol of something deeper.
She smiles.
She feels royal, complete.
Victor watches her.
VICTOR
"Everything I am... is yours."
Alia looks at the ring, the locket, then at him.
She feels strength rising within.
She knows — more battles lie ahead.
But today —
Today, love is enough.
---
SCENE 38: Final Moments of Morning
Victor leans in and softly kisses the locket around her neck.
VICTOR (whispers)
"You are my everything..."
Alia's eyes shimmer with tears.
She closes them, letting the moment wrap around her like a blanket.
Their breaths create a rhythm —
A language deeper than words.
SCENE 39: Kitchen — Morning Calm
Alia stands in the kitchen, holding a steel pot.
Milk warms. Steam rises SCENE 39: Kitchen — Morning Calm (cont'd)
Alia stands by the stove, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Steam curls up from the pot.
Children are slowly waking, their small footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.
Soft music plays in the background — instrumental, nostalgic, like the morning after a storm.
Her hair is loosely tied.
There's weariness in her eyes, but also serenity.
She finally looks like someone who is safe.
Suddenly, a warm pair of arms wrap around her from behind.
VICTOR (softly, with sleep still in his voice)
"This morning… is just for you, you know?"
Alia jumps a little, startled—
Then chuckles, leaning slightly back into his embrace.
ALIA
"The kids are awake… don't start."
VICTOR (grinning)
"They know what love looks like."
He kisses the side of her neck gently.
She closes her eyes for a moment.
Steam rises.
The kids begin to giggle behind them, not quite understanding but sensing happiness.
Victor rests his chin on her shoulder,
And together they watch the milk rise,
As if this quiet moment were the reward for everything they endured.
---
SCENE 40: Backyard — Peaceful Morning
Alia and Victor sit on the porch.
Coffee mugs in hand.
Kids playing in the grass.
Birds chirping.
A gentle wind brushing through the garden.
Victor looks at her.
VICTOR
"Did you ever think we'd make it here?"
Alia nods slowly.
ALIA
"I hoped. But I never truly believed."
Victor places his hand over hers.
VICTOR
"Believe now."
They sit in silence.
Not because they've run out of things to say
But because everything has already been said…
And now, only peace remains.
[FADE TO BLACK]
TEXT ON SCREEN:
"Love doesn't always come at the right time...
But it always comes when it's real."