A cold, night city. Light snow is falling near a racing track. The scene is like a website, in a long frame.
Viktor, a white-haired, blue-eyed Russian police officer, stands wearing a black, fur-collared overcoat over his Russian police uniform. The coat is billowing in the wind. Faint silhouettes of two bodyguards are beside him. Viktor is looking slightly off to the side, deep in thought.
Alia Isroovna leans against a white, expensive fur coat. She is dressed in expensive red attire, with a necklace around her neck, and long honey-golden hair. Her honey-colored eyes are looking directly at Viktor, with a mischievous smile.
Close-up of Viktor's blue eyes. Close-up of Alia's honey-colored eyes, with a hint of a smile.
Alia is walking towards Viktor. A soft expression is now on Viktor's face.
close up Alia's hand reaches out to hold Viktor's hand. Focus is on their hands.
LEANING ON SHOULDER They are walking side by side. Alia is leaning on Viktor's shoulder with deep affection.
SLEEPING EMBRAC Viktor is holding Alia in a deep embrace. Alia is fast asleep, her head resting on his shoulder.
Viktor's hand gestures for the bodyguards to leave.
The bodyguards walk away into the distance.
Viktor picks Alia up in his arms. Now, no one is around.
Viktor is walking towards a huge, shiny limousine, carrying the still-sleeping Alia in his arms.
Viktor enters the car with Alia.
The car door gently closes.
Large, in the soft light of the car Alia is deeply asleep, resting on Viktor's chest. Viktor is gently kissing Alia's cheek. His eyes are filled with immense affection.
Viktor's hand gently brushes the fur of Alia's coat aside.
Viktor carefully adjusts Alia's coat over her shoulder.
Close-up of Alia's peaceful, sleeping face
Alia slowly opens her eyes. She looks at Viktor.
ALIA: (Whispering, smiling) "Good morning... Mr. Officer."
Alia gives Viktor a playful smile. Viktor gets out of the car and stands in front of a massive hallway, with Alia still in his arms. The intense cold and snow outside instantly vanished as they stepped inside. Dazzling marble floors, and a huge crystal chandelier descending from the ceiling—everything glistens in the warm, luxurious light. Alia, who was in a sleepy daze until now, looked at the environment with mesmerized eyes.
Resting her hand on Viktor's shoulder, she whispered, "Wow... you built this for me, didn't you?"
Viktor's smile widened. "A Mafia Lord can certainly build a small palace of ice for his Mafia God-mother."
A smile was exchanged between them. Viktor gently lowered Alia to the floor. As Alia's feet touched the soft floor, she slightly adjusted her long fur coat. They stood barely an inch apart from each other. Their professional identities—a police officer and a member of a mafia family—were completely meaningless at this moment. Only two people stood before each other.
Alia now said, a little seriously, "Officer... why did you bring me here? I only came to say goodbye to you by the racing track."
Viktor was silent for a moment. Then he reached his hand toward Alia's face, gently brushing her hair behind her ear. His blue eyes were now filled with deep emotion.
"Did you think I would just let you go, only as a police officer?" Viktor's voice sounded deep and sincere. "When you come before me, I cannot just do my duty. I love you, no matter what the Mafia is."
Tears of emotion welled up in Alia's eyes. The playful smile on her lips melted away, giving birth to a deep love. She only uttered in an enchanted voice, "Viktor..."
No more words were needed. Viktor pulled Alia towards him, and their lips met in a deep, intense kiss. The luxurious palace around them, bathed in the light of the chandelier, seemed to be the silent witness to that emotional moment. Their coats, their identities—everything became insignificant against the background of that love. They stood locked in each other's embrace.
Their silent embrace seemed to declare: "Love beneath the ice... obeys no rules."The night was deep, marked by an intense cold and a blanket of white snow over a remote part of Moscow. Although the freezing wind and ice raged outside, the interior of the vast, ancient palace's hallway was warm, glowing with luxurious light. The slight dampness from the fresh snow on the marble floor had already evaporated, but the warmth in Alia and Viktor's hearts seemed to defy the outside chill.
After a deep, intense kiss, they smiled, looking at each other. The mischievous spark in Alia's honey-golden eyes was now brighter, while Viktor's blue eyes were filled with profound affection. Adjusting the collar of her long fur coat, Alia took Viktor's hand. They walked together toward the elegantly adorned staircase at the end of the hall. In their movements, there was no trace of their professional identities—just two individuals surrendered to each other in this moment.
Reaching the foot of the stairs, Alia gently tugged at Viktor's hand. The smile was still on her face, but a slight worry clouded her eyes.
"If this is our 'Love Beneath the Ice,' what then of your 'Officer' title, Viktor?" Alia whispered, careful not to let her words break the immense silence of the palace. "Tomorrow morning, you must put on that stern uniform again and attend your
Viktor paused for a moment, bent down, and gently kissed Alia's hand. The warmth of his lips banished the cold from her skin. "Officer? Forget it. Within these four walls, I am only your man, Alia. The man who cannot live without you. This uniform is my mask, my shield—no matter what happens outside."
They began to climb the stairs together, Viktor's arm securely around Alia's waist. The light from the crystal chandelier overhead illuminated everything around them like gold. Alia rested her head on Viktor's shoulder, murmuring, "But the outside world? Moscow? My family? You are still the Mafia Lord who handles all his business in broad daylight, wearing that 'Police' disguise."
At this, Viktor stopped halfway up the stairs and turned to Alia. His blue eyes, though full of love, clearly reflected the internal struggle and ruthlessness of a Mafia boss. He moved his hand from Alia's cheek to his collar, as if feeling the mercilessness of his Mafia identity pressing beneath the fabric of his uniform.
"I know, Alia," Viktor's voice dropped, sounding heavy with the burden of secrecy. "For this moment, I have put my Mafia persona to sleep. As soon as I step out of this house, the game will begin again. I will hunt my enemies, and you will live your innocent life outside my world of crime. But this night… this night is only ours. Our secret, a haven beneath the ice."
Alia leaned in and lightly kissed Viktor's forehead, as if trying to erase the lines of fate drawn there. She accepted this dangerous truth.
"So, our secret affair?" Alia whispered. "How long will it last, Mr. Mafia Lord?"
Viktor embraced Alia tighter. "Until this city either bows completely under my rule. In the midst of this double life, our love will remain a secret. This is our vow."
They reached the top step of the stairs. There stood a massive, intricately carved wooden door. Alia reached out her hand toward it, but Viktor gently touched hers.
Viktor said, "We are going inside, Alia. Where neither the color of my uniform nor the rules of my Mafia world can reach us."
Alia looked up at him, giving him an enchanted, calm smile. "Our rules… beneath the ice."
They pushed the door open and stepped inside. The door slowly closed behind them, seemingly severing them from the outside world. The snowstorm outside intensified, and muffled by the heavy wind, the faint sound of a police siren drifted—an ominous signal of the danger surrounding Viktor's double life and their secret love.
Where the mask is the truth, love is a secret weapon.Continuing the scene, standing before the door after climbing the stairs
Viktor pulled Alia closer right in front of the massive door and turned to face her. His blue eyes locked onto Alia's with intense focus. Alia still wore a playful smile, thinking Viktor's double life was the grandest secret in their relationship. But Viktor's next words instantly stunned her.
Viktor subtly loosened the collar of his uniform and offered a chilling smile. "You are not merely a regular, innocent woman, Alia. Did you think I was just a Mafia Lord? It is you who is my true Mafia God-mother."
Alia's smile vanished. Her honey-colored eyes narrowed with curiosity and immediate caution.
Viktor lowered his voice further, a cold certainty in his tone. "I know, Alia Isroovna. You are not just a billionaire's daughter or anyone else… you are a CIA Agent. And you don't have one job, or two… you have a total of three jobs. One for the CIA, one for the life of a twenty-four-year-old billionaire, and the third… to be the queen at the heart of my Mafia empire."
Alia nearly stopped breathing. In an instant, she realized she wasn't alone in this high-stakes game; Viktor knew all her secrets too. However, Alia quickly regained her composure. Bringing back that mischievous smile, she struck back.
Alia: Whispering, with fierce confidence"Well! I am not surprised, Mr. Lord. Are you any less? You are not just a Mafia Lord; by daylight, you are the Police Officer who is making a fool of all Moscow! You are also a billionaire. Our secret night, it seems, is a trigonometric union of two billionaires, one CIA Agent, and one Mafia Lord."
An electric spark passed between their eyes. Their secrets were now exposed. In this moment, their identities were no longer a barrier but a new foundation built on equal power and deep affection. They were two masterminds, both wearing masks, now facing each other completely.
Viktor lowered his head and chuckled—a sound of acknowledgment and acceptance. "Let's go inside, Alia. From now on, this palace will be the center of our power."
They pushed the door open and entered. The door slowly closed behind them.
The story will continue from this point, where they are now aware of each other's secret identities.The night was deep. Even the luxurious warmth of the enormous palace seemed unable to truly touch the biting coldness of the outside snow. Viktor was lost in a deep sleep on a soft bed.
A faint light scattered through the dark room, originating from a white piano across the chamber. Alia was sitting in front of the piano. She was dressed in a white, thin gown, so vast that from a distance it looked like a wedding dress. She was engrossed in playing one of her favorite songs. The melody was melancholic yet serene, like a cold wind sweeping over the ice.
Suddenly, Viktor woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Alia. Her back was turned towards him, but her white attire and the enchanting melody captured his complete attention.
Viktor whispered her name, "Alia?"
Alia continued to play the piano. Viktor then looked past Alia's shoulder toward the massive window. Beyond the glass was the night sky. And that sky seemed to be on fire—the horizon was covered in the green and purple glow of the Aurora Ice. In that intense, shimmering light, Alia's profile became visible.
Viktor saw that as Alia played the piano, light tears were streaming down her face. The tears shimmered in the Aurora's light. Viktor's heart clenched. Why this sorrow? Why these tears after such a profound declaration of love?
Viktor rose from the bed and started moving towards Alia, driven by the urge to unravel the mystery veiled by the silent Aurora. The green-purple light flooded the dark room. Alia was still playing her favorite song with intense emotion. The melody sounded like the secret lament of a world covered in ice, yet it was also a silent pledge of love.
As Viktor watched her, Alia continued her playing, but then, she suddenly opened her eyes completely. Her honey-colored eyes seemed to blaze, piercing through the intense light of the Aurora. It looked as if the mysterious fire of the Aurora was reflecting directly through her pupils. Her gaze was filled with an astonishing, ethereal beauty.
Her long, wavy honey-brown and golden hair was spread out over the piano chair, and it shimmered in the Aurora's light in such a way that to Viktor, Alia seemed like a celestial angel seated before the piano. Her white gown, her tears, and the glow of her hair in the Aurora's light—everything combined made her look like a mysterious goddess, beyond this world.
The faint tears still clung to Alia's eyes, appearing even brighter in the reflection of the Aurora. The sight stirred a tempest in Viktor's heart—such beauty, such sorrow, such power! Viktor could no longer restrain himself. He stood up, and every step he took led him closer to the piano. In this moment, all his questions, all his professional identities were trivial. Only Alia, her piano, her tears, and the mysterious light of the Aurora were his sole world.SCENE: INT. VICTOR AND ALIA'S MANSION, LIVING ROOM/BEDROOM – NIGHT
The opulent living room is bathed in soft, dim light. Alia is sitting on the sofa, dressed in a beautiful black nightgown that highlights her figure, with expensive high heels on her feet. Victor is beside her, looking at his mobile phone. Suddenly, their eyes meet. They stare at each other, a silent magnetic pull between them.
Alia slowly rises and walks toward Victor, who stands up, setting his phone aside. She comes close and gently touches Victor's chest. At this intimate, sudden contact, a flushed redness rises on Victor's cheeks. Alia also blushes deeply.
They close the distance and share a loving, deep lip kiss. During the kiss, a sense of weariness and ease overcomes both Victor and Alia—as if the outside world's burden has been lifted.
SCENE CUT
SCENE: INT. VICTOR AND ALIA'S MANSION, BEDROOM – LATE NIGHT
Alia is lying in the large bed, her face still flushed with deep emotion. Victor stands over her, wearing a black shirt, his gaze intense and focused solely on her.
Their shared attraction is palpable. Victor unbuttons his shirt as he approaches Alia. They share another moment of profound intimacy.
Victor gently takes Alia's feet and begins their intimate exchange with tender affection. Alia turns a deep shade of red with shyness. At this point, Victor also feels a surge of emotion and blushes. He closes his eyes, absorbing the feeling, then opens them and smiles with deep admiration at Alia, who returns his smile with love.
Their passionate moments continue. They kiss each other repeatedly—on the lips, neck, and other parts of the body. Victor ultimately lifts Alia into his arms. Their passion is at its peak. Victor's chest is bare, symbolizing the absolute honesty and vulnerability in their private sphere.
SCENE CUT
SCENE: INT. VICTOR AND ALIA'S MANSION, BEDROOM – MORNING
Morning light streams into the room. Alia is in bed, covered only by a thin white sheet. Victor enters, holding a cup of coffee, which he hands to Alia. She is wearing Victor's white shirt.
Victor leans in, first planting a gentle kiss on Alia's forehead—a symbol of protection and reverence. He then pulls her into a tight, loving embrace, whispering something deeply personal into her ear.
They resume their deep, prolonged lip kiss. This kiss is a fusion of possessiveness, passion, and their unbreakable bond. Victor's hand moves over Alia's back, tracing the skin beneath his shirt, expressing his profound love and claim. Alia melts into his arms. This moment, more than any throne or title, defines the essence of their powerful relationship. SCENE: . MOSCOW CITYSCAPE, NIGHT HIGHWAY – NIGHT
The bright red Pagani supercar speeds along a gleaming Moscow highway under the night lights. Alia is in the driver's seat, wearing a chic dress suitable for the cool Moscow evening. She pulls the car into a secluded, snow-dusted area of the city. Her eyes are scanning, confirming the location.
The moment Alia steps out of the car, VICTOR appears. He was already waiting, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers—his presence amplified by the Moscow neon lights.
Seeing Victor brings a look of profound relief to Alia's face. She quickly walks towards him.
Victor offers her a rare, gentle smile—the smile reserved only for his Queen.
Without a word, they rush into a fierce, passionate embrace. Alia buries her face in Victor's chest. The intense cold of Moscow does nothing to diminish the warmth of their reunion.
They eventually pull back slightly.
VICTOR
(Touching Alia's cheek, whispering)
My Queen, so far alone? Your Pagani is heating up the Moscow air. What new tidings from Seoul?
ALIA
(Looking deep into Victor's eyes)
Don't you know, my Lord? I run on your command. And my Pagani—it is just the symbol of the speed that brings me back to you. Everything is in order in Seoul. I've made all the arrangements for your game to begin.
They gaze at each other intensely in the dark Moscow night, the heat of their relationship overpowering the cold. This sudden, secret meeting proves that they cannot bear to be apart—they are equals in the game of power, and one in love.Alia and Victor's Tale: Stickers, A Party, and Three Years of Love
1. The Anniversary Preparation: A Vow in Black Stickers
Alia (A) and Victor (V) were celebrating their three-year anniversary. The date was November 03, 2012. Victor, a successful music promoter, planned a historic surprise for Alia: an invitation to an ultra-secret 'PRIVATE PARTY' featuring Ukrainian artist, Ivan Dorn.
An hour before the party, Alia revealed her wrists to Victor to surprise him. To commemorate their three years together, they both wore temporary black sticker tattoos.
Alia's Left Hand: She wore an 'A' ring and a small rose ring. On her wrist was a black sticker of a sun and a winged bird, symbolizing light and freedom. Above it was the cursive script: 'My darling...'.
Victor's Right Hand (Muscular, Bare Body): He wore a 'V' band. His wrist featured a large, tribal sticker representing both the Owl (wisdom, mystery) and the Eagle (strength, freedom). Above it was the text: 'Always on my mind, Forever in my heart.'
Alia laughed, "This year's 'tattoo' for our three-year anniversary. A sun for me, an owl and an eagle for you—you are my wise guide and my protector."
Victor was mesmerized, but Alia spotted a small symbol tucked away in the corner of his large sticker and playfully asked, "What is this tiny thing next to your huge sticker?"
Victor replied mysteriously, "That is the combined form of two bird feathers. Those feathers are our trust and understanding, without which our love cannot fly."
They both burst into laughter. Victor pulled Alia close and whispered, "These stickers may be temporary, but this night and our love are eternal." With the black invitation card in hand, they set off for Ivan Dorn's historic private party.
2. The Gentle Moments: Pancakes and Permanent Feelings
The party's memory lingered. The black stickers were still on their skin, though now a bit faded and peeling at the edges.
Victor was busy in the kitchen, carefully preparing their favorite breakfast. Alia sat at the table, waiting.
Victor brought over warm pancakes and a fruit salad. Alia happily reached for the plate. As Victor was serving her, Alia took the first bite of the pancake. Her eyes closed in deep satisfaction. She chewed slowly, as if all the joy in the world was contained in that one mouthful.
Just then, Victor's gaze fell on Alia's hand. He saw that the sun and bird sticker on her wrist, with 'My darling...' written above it, was now slightly worn. But the words of love and the core of the design were still clear.
Alia opened her eyes after the second bite and saw Victor staring intently at her.
Alia licked the trace of cream from her lip, smiling. "What is it? Why are you staring so closely? Did the pancake turn out bad?"
Victor leaned over the table. With a gentle smile, he took Alia's hand in his. He lightly brushed his fingers over the faded sticker on her wrist.
"The pancakes are amazing," Victor whispered. "I was just thinking... these stickers will wash off in a few days, but when you were eating so happily, so content... I felt that the words 'My darling...' are not just written on the sticker, they truly come from my heart."
Victor then extended his own right arm. His large owl-eagle sticker was also starting to fade. The words 'Always on my mind, Forever in my heart.' were faint.
"These stickers may have been fleeting," Victor said, "but Alia, you and every moment of our life together are eternal in my mind and heart."
Alia's eyes welled up with tears, but her face held a deep smile. She held Victor's hand and, in a voice full of love, simply said, "I love you, Victor."
Victor returned her smile—a smile as wise and powerful as the owl and the eagle—a reflection of their three years of love. This intimate moment, a simple bite of a pancake and a gaze at a faded sticker, remained a sweet new chapter in their love story.
3. The Mischief and The Hit: A Morning Surprise
Victor was back in the kitchen, his muscular, bare body visible as he focused on the pancake batter. Alia was sitting at the table, waiting.
As Victor finished cooking, mischief sparkled in Alia's eyes. While his back was turned, she thought she would sneak a hot pancake before he could serve it.
Alia quietly, on her tiptoes, slowly, and breathlessly, crept toward the kitchen counter with mischievous eyes. Her target: the plate of freshly made pancakes. She carefully slipped past Victor's side, grabbed a pancake quickly, and before he could react, took a big, greedy bite!
Just then, Victor spun around!
Caught mid-bite, Alia froze. Cream on her cheek, a half-eaten pancake in her hand, and Victor's bare, fit body with the faded sticker facing her! Victor stared at her with a look of surprise and amusement.
Alia burst into laughter. Her mouth full of pancake, she stammered, "S-sorry! I was so hungry...!"
Victor chuckled, "It tasted good to steal, didn't it? But my 'My Darling,' you forget—you are stealing from your own home!"
Alia feigned embarrassment and quickly lightly slapped herself on the head. "Ugh! Why did I try to steal? I always get caught!"
Victor loved her theatrical reaction. He pulled Alia close, wiping the cream from her cheek. "The pancakes are amazing, but you have to eat them from my hand now."
4. Late Night Scare: The Thap (Slap) and The Tears
A few days later, Victor came home very late from work.
Alia was alone in the bedroom, deeply engrossed in a mystery thriller. Victor knew she was easily startled when reading such books, so he decided to play a trick. He silently slipped into the room, standing near the bed with his bare, muscular chest.
Suddenly! Victor cleared his throat and made a low, heavy sound.
Alia instantly jolted. She cried out in panic, jumping up in bed and throwing the book away. When she saw that it was Victor, her fear quickly turned to rage.
As Victor began to laugh, Alia—in a furious reaction to the terror she felt—leapt up and delivered a resounding 'THAP!' (Slap) right across Victor's cheek! Silence descended over the room.
Victor was stunned! The smile on his face instantly vanished. He touched his cheek, looking at Alia with pure shock.
Alia immediately regretted her action. She rushed to him, grabbing his arm. "Oh my God, Victor, I'm so sorry! I was completely terrified! I didn't mean to..."
Victor saw the guilt and fear in her eyes, and all his anger melted away.
Alia instantly broke down in tears!
She sobbed uncontrollably, "I... I'm truly sorry, Victor. What have I done! I shouldn't have been so angry. I never wanted to hurt you..."
Seeing her cry, Victor's heart softened. He gently took her hands from his cheek.
"Hey, Darling. Calm down," Victor said softly. "I know you didn't mean it. It was a natural reaction to being scared. Please, don't cry."
He pulled Alia into a tight hug against his chest. Her tears wet the area where the faded tribal sticker lay.
Victor chuckled lightly. "It's okay. You let out your anger. It was needed. Now, we'll kiss this slap mark away a hundred times. Deal?"
Alia nodded, trying to stop her tears and manage a smile. Victor lifted her into his arms and sat down on the bed, holding her until she was calm. This moment of pain, tears, and immediate forgiveness only strengthened the foundation of their love.Part 1: The Anniversary Prep and The Secret of the Black Stickers
Alia (A) and Victor (V) were celebrating their three-year anniversary on November 03, 2012. Victor, a successful music promoter, planned a spectacular surprise: an invitation to an exclusive 'PRIVATE PARTY' featuring Ukrainian artist, Ivan Dorn.
An hour before the party, Alia revealed their arms. To mark their anniversary, they both wore temporary black sticker tattoos.
Alia's Left Hand: She wore an 'A' ring and a small rose ring. Her wrist bore a sticker of a sun and a winged bird (symbolizing light and freedom). Above it: 'My darling...'.
Victor's Right Hand (Muscular, Bare Body): He wore a 'V' band. His wrist featured a large, tribal sticker representing the Owl (wisdom) and the Eagle (strength). Above it: 'Always on my mind, Forever in my heart.'
Alia laughed, "This year's 'tattoo.' A sun for me, an owl and an eagle for you—my wise guide and protector." Though mesmerized, Alia spotted a small symbol on his sticker: "What is this tiny thing next to your huge sticker?"
Victor replied, "That's the combined form of two feathers. They represent our trust and understanding—without them, our love cannot fly."
They laughed. Victor held her tight and whispered, "The stickers may be temporary, but this night and our love are eternal." With the black invitation, they headed to the private party.
The Intimate Morning & The Ephemeral Stickers
The party's buzz lingered. The black stickers, now slightly faded and peeling at the edges, were still on their skin.
Victor, wearing a white shirt (later replaced by his muscular bare body in the scene of the stolen pancake), focused on making breakfast. Alia sat at the table. He brought over warm pancakes and fruit salad. Alia took the first bite, closing her eyes in deep contentment.
Victor stared at her hand. He saw the faded 'My darling...' sticker. Alia opened her eyes and saw him staring.
"What is it? Did the pancake turn out bad?" Alia smiled, licking cream from her lip.
Victor leaned in and gently stroked the old sticker on her wrist. "The pancakes are amazing," he whispered. "I was just thinking... these stickers will fade, but seeing you so happy, I feel 'My darling...' isn't just on the sticker; it comes from my heart."
He showed his own arm with the fading owl-eagle sticker and 'Always on my mind, Forever in my heart.'
"These stickers may have been fleeting," Victor said, "but Alia, you and every moment of our life together are eternal." Tears welled up in Alia's eyes, but she smiled, held his hand, and whispered, "I love you, Victor."
The Pancake Heist and The Head Slap
Victor was now in the kitchen, his muscular bare body visible, focusing on the pancakes. Alia, seeing her chance, decided to steal a hot pancake.
Quietly, on her toes, she crept up behind him. As Victor turned, she took a big, greedy bite!
Victor spun around, seeing Alia frozen mid-bite. He stared, amused.
Alia burst into laughter, stammering, "S-sorry! I was so hungry...!"
Victor smiled, "Stealing felt good, didn't it? But you forget, 'My Darling,' you're stealing from your own home!"
Feigning regret, Alia quickly slapped herself lightly on the head. "Ugh! Why do I always get caught!"
Victor laughed, pulled her close, and wiped the cream from her cheek. "Pancakes are amazing, but you have to eat them from my hand."
: Russian Party's Secret Exit (Side Story)
The Private Balcony Moment
The Ivan Dorn party in Moscow was dazzling. Away from the main crowd, Alia, in her sparkling dress and white fur coat, and Victor, in his black suit and black fur collar jacket, stood on a balcony. Victor stood below, while Alia stood on a step above him, holding a bouquet of red roses. Her personal bodyguard stood behind her.
"Victor, your owl-eagle sticker still hasn't faded. And these roses—they match my rose ring perfectly!" Alia laughed.
Victor smiled, adjusting the coat on her shoulder. They laughed together. Alia took a sip of her juice. Victor then gently pulled her head toward him and kissed her deeply on the forehead. Alia kept laughing.
The Coded Departure
Suddenly, Alia's phone rang—a likely emergency call. As she took the call, Victor swiftly went to his bodyguard. Victor bent down and whispered some secret instructions into the bodyguard's ear. Victor looked serious; a problem had clearly arisen.
Victor gave the bouquet to the bodyguard, glanced at Alia, waved a hand signal for her to leave, and then quickly left through another door of the VIP lounge.
Alia's Fast Exit
Still on the phone, Alia realized Victor was gone. She understood the urgency. She removed her white fur coat and motioned to her bodyguard, holding his hand, to exit the balcony. The bodyguard held her hand, carefully guiding her down the stairs. Despite the rush, Alia was smiling, finding humor in their dramatic lives.
Outside, a black Maserati waited. Alia rushed to the car, got in, and immediately put on a stylish mask, concealing her face. With one last look at the roses, Alia drove home, leaving her extravagant life and mysterious Victor behind.Victor's Private World
The VIP Lounge and The Cigar
While Alia left, Victor entered a secluded, dimly lit VIP room. He sat down on a luxurious sofa, wearing his black fur-collared coat, deep in thought over the urgency that called them away.
To distract himself, Victor took out his mobile phone and looked at a photo of Alia Viktor: Моя любовь, мой маленький кот-шпион, крёстная мать, принцесса. smiling. He smiled softly at the image, briefly forgetting his serious predicament.
He lit a cigar. The smoke filled the dim room, adding to his mystique. Victor, with his air of authority, proved he was more than a lover—he was a man of power.
The Maybach Ride
Victor rose, straightened his coat, and left the room. Several bodyguards shadowed him. He walked confidently, the slight smoke from his cigar trailing behind him.
Outside, a black Mercedes Maybach S Class 680 awaited. Victor got in, and the Maybach silently vanished into the Moscow night. Having ensured Alia's safety, Victor was now off to deal with his own pressing mission.
Home at Last & The Bath Song
Victor finished his mission and returned late. As his Maybach drove through the dark Moscow city, his tense expression softened near the apartment—the only place his guard truly dropped.
Inside, he found Alia asleep on the bed.
The Intimate Scene
Victor gently opened the door. He took off his coat. He saw Alia: she was wearing a light dress (a bikini/lingerie-like outfit) and was sound asleep, the mystery book still gently held in her hand.
Victor sat beside her. He saw the almost entirely faded 'My darling...' sticker on her wrist and glanced at his own fading owl-eagle tattoo. He removed the book, then carefully embraced her.
"My Darling," he whispered. "I can go to the world's grandest parties or work through the darkest Moscow night for you. But at the end of the day, this is my true peace." He kissed her forehead.
The Russian Song
Victor went to the bathroom to wash up. Soon, the sound of the shower was accompanied by his soft, melodic voice. He was humming a Russian song ("Yad"), perhaps their party's theme.
The light in the bathroom highlighted his unique features: his blue eyes, white eyelashes, and white eyebrows—a look of aristocracy and mystery. The song was personal, a quiet moment of release for the powerful man.
Part 7: The Final Prank
The song gently woke Alia up. She woke up to the sound of his singing. She didn't open her eyes immediately but recognized Victor's voice. The song, she felt, was meant only for her.
She buried her face in the pillow and began to laugh, laugh—a deep laugh of contentment.
As the song ended, Victor turned off the water.
At that exact moment, the electricity went out (the power went out).
Victor, adjusting to the darkness, stepped out with his towel. He knew Alia might be scared.
Alia, however, was already planning. She knew Victor would try to scare her. She quickly got off the bed and silently crept up behind him.
As Victor walked out of the bathroom, Alia fully committed: she reached out, put her hand on his faded sticker, and let out a loud, low "Boooo!"
It was Victor's turn to jump!
He cried out and spun around, his blue eyes wide with fright! Seeing Alia doubled over in laughter, he understood.
"Alia! You! You were awake! You scared me!"
Alia, gasping for breath, managed to say, "Revenge! You always scare me! How does the owl-eagle feel when he gets scared!"
Victor finally laughed, his white brows furrowing in amusement. He pulled her close.
"You win, My Darling. But remember, this game never ends," he whispered.
In the dark Moscow apartment, amidst the memory of the temporary stickers and their eternal playful rivalry, Alia and Victor's love found its perfect, mischievous ending. Victor's Focus: Promoter and Strategist
It was the morning after the party. The Moscow sky was clear. Victor, despite his lack of sleep, was intensely focused on work in his luxurious apartment.
He was no longer the mysterious man in the fur coat. He was an intelligent businessman, wearing black pants and a light grey shirt, with glasses on. He was sitting in front of a laptop, with a notebook open beside him. He held a pen, deep in thought (as seen with his hand on his head). The light from his phone occasionally hit his face, suggesting he was checking crucial data for his promotion work or a major new project following the Ivan Dorn party.
Victor's eyes were sharp; the complexity of business strategy now ran deep in his blue eyes. No matter how romantic he was with Alia, he was utterly concentrated during work hours.
Part 2: Alia's Concentration: Mystery and Research
In another room, perhaps the apartment's library, Alia was submerged in a different world.
Alia was wearing her light-colored, silky gown. Her hair was neatly tied up. Her habit of reading deep mystery thrillers late into the night persisted.
The sudden power outage or lack of daylight didn't stop her concentration. She was hunched over a table, looking at books and papers. Holding a torchlight (to compensate for the lack of light), she was studying intently, as if searching for a lost clue in her mystery novel. The torchlight highlighted her face, showcasing her sharp focus. The stacks of books around her suggested she was deep in research or studies.
Part 3: The Age Strategy and the ID Card Mystery
Alia finished her studies and came to Victor, who was engrossed in thought in front of his laptop. Alia smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? Why so serious? The next Ivan Dorn project?"
Victor jumped slightly at her touch. He looked at Alia and quickly closed his laptop screen. "Ah, it's you?" Victor smiled. "No project. Something related to you."
Victor took out their two University ID cards. Alia's ID read: Alia Ilona Ionova Zarina. Victor's ID read: Viktor Alekseevich Demidov Stepanovich Petrov. Both IDs had a validity period of 2014-2018.
Victor looked at Alia with a mysterious smile in his blue eyes:
"I lowered your age on our University ID card. It was for a future plan."
Alia looked confused. "You lowered it? Why? Everyone knows my age... you know it too. Why this strategy?"
Victor pointed to the ID cards: "This was my long-term strategy. For some crucial missions in our life, a disparity in the 'official papers' or ID card age might be necessary."
Victor then explained his age strategy:
Victor's Strategy: Victor's plan was to lower their ages so that by the year 2025, their ages would hit a specific number.
Victor's Calculation: Victor calculated that in 2025, Alia's age should be 30 years, and his own age should be 34 years.
Victor then pulled Alia closer and smiled. "I planned this back when we were in university. I calculated that we needed to be these ages in 2025. And now, that time has come. The reality and the ID card strategy have aligned at the same time!"
Alia laughed and hugged his neck. "You and your mystery! But even at this age, I'm ready to be part of this game with you!"
Part 4: The Peaceful Embrace and The Final Rest
Victor kissed Alia's head and gently led her toward the bed.
Alia changed into her comfortable sleepwear. She was wearing a white strapless top, white shorts, and a loose light pink shirt. This simple outfit highlighted her serene, home-bound self.
Victor took off his work shirt. His muscular body and the faded marks of the tribal sticker were visible.
Then, they both lay down.
Victor reached out his strong arms. Alia, without a word, smiled and nestled into his chest.
Their bed was white and soft—a sanctuary from the pressures of their extravagant life.
Alia rested her head on Victor's chest, where the owl-eagle sticker used to be. Victor held her tightly, kissing her neck softly.
No sounds were heard but their own gentle breathing. In this moment, they were just Alia (Alia Ilona Ionova Zarina) and Victor (Viktor Alekseevich Demidov Stepanovich Petrov), bound by love, mischief, and a shared strategic future.
This moment of peace proved that their love was their greatest wealth.The Golden Honey-Headed Queen
Setting: A luxurious golf course. A putting green.
Time: A bright, sun-drenched morning.
Alia appears as described: she is wearing a white polo shirt and pink skirt, with high white socks, focusing on the ball with a putter in hand. Her hair is now the mysterious shade of Golden-Honey.
Victor stands beside her, a playful smile on his face. He is dressed in a white T-shirt and black trousers.
VICTOR: (Holding a glass of cold juice) "Are you sure, Queen? Is this putt so vital that you dragged me out of bed this early? I thought you'd use your 'psychopathic smile' to scare me, not a golf stick."
ALIA: (Without taking her eyes off the ball, in a calm voice) "Golden Honey-Headed Queens start their day with a game, my Lord. And that smile is reserved for the night. This putt isn't just a game; it's a contract."
Alia strikes the ball perfectly. The ball rolls straight towards the hole.
VICTOR: "A contract? With me?"
ALIA: "If I can make a 'Hole in One', you will teach me one new thing tonight."
VICTOR: (Raising an eyebrow) "What will I teach?"
ALIA: "One of your six fight styles will be set aside, and in its place, you will reveal the last hidden secret of your heart."
The ball stops right at the edge of the hole. Disappointment crosses Alia's face.
Victor chuckles softly.
VICTOR: "I'm sorry, Queen. It seems I won't be revealing any secrets tonight."
Alia turns to face Victor. Her expression is one of fierce determination.
ALIA: "But my game isn't over yet, my Lord."
Alia lightly tosses the putter towards Victor, who effortlessly catches it with one hand. She momentarily recalls the day of her dagger-heeled shoes and black dress, when she sought calm after bloodshed.
ALIA: "If I can sink this ball without my golf stick, our contract will be doubled. You will give me all your secrets, and I will give you..."
VICTOR: (Leaning close to Alia, whispering) "What will you give me?"
ALIA: "I will consider fulfilling your dream of having five children."
Victor bursts out laughing. He accepts the challenge.
Alia picks up a small stone. She looks at the golf ball resting behind her heel on the ground. Instead of pushing the ball with the stone, she gently digs into the putting green turf right next to the ball, creating a tiny, shallow ramp.
The ball slowly rolls down the slope Alia created and drops into the hole. Hole in One!
Alia gives Victor a triumphant smile.
ALIA: "Queens don't need sticks or weapons, my Lord. They simply use their environment."
Victor, laughing at her ingenuity, embraces his wife.
VICTOR: "Five children, and all my secrets. You truly are impossible, Queen."
Victor pulls Alia into a tight hug.
VICTOR: "Five... a dream of many children, and all my deepest secrets. You truly are impossible, Queen."
ALIA: (Breaking the embrace, laughing) "It's not over yet, my Lord. Before I let you calm down, you must confirm one more thing."
Suddenly, Alia puts all her strength into a fierce Punch aimed at Victor. It is an Agent's strike—fast, precise, and hard.
Victor is ready. He swiftly leans back, dodging Alia's fist, and immediately grabs her hand, pulling her toward him.
Their game begins.
Alia's Intensity: Alia strikes with all her rage, emotion, and combat training. She uses her legs to try to unbalance Victor, targeting his weak spots. This is the aspect of their relationship where love is proven through strength.
Victor's Power: Victor strikes back, but his blows are controlled and defensive. He parries Alia's attacks with his core strength. Their fight is now a dance—a Dance of Death. Every move is an expression of passion and skill. They are Mafia and Agent. This is how they prove their trust in each other.
The fight doesn't conclude; instead, it abruptly stops.
Victor locks one arm around Alia's waist, while his other hand gently tilts her head back. Both are panting, but their eyes are filled with intense love.
At that moment, two Black Horses emerge from the foliage near the golf course, approaching them. The horses are magnificent, trained, and powerful.
Alia and Victor both smile.
VICTOR: (Kissing Alia's hand) "It seems it's time for a truce, Queen."
ALIA: "And time to fulfill the last part of my contract, my Lord."
They walk towards the horses. Victor mounts his black steed first and then extends a hand to Alia.
They both mount the horses.
They begin their ride away from the golf course, toward the sea. They leave behind the slightly ruined putting green and the strange battle that symbolized their union of strength.
On horseback, Alia leans back against Victor's chest and closes her eyes in peace.
ALIA: "You will give me all your secrets tonight, won't you?"
VICTOR: "All my secrets are yours, Queen. And the mystery of your hair—which is Golden one moment and Brown the next—is mine, too."
They ride away, toward where the sky meets the sea. Their life—of Mafia, Agent, secrets, and boundless love—will never be easy, but they will continue this journey together.
The Storm and the Queen's Kingdom
Setting: The golf course fades into the background.
Alia and Victor are riding towards the sea on the two black horses. Alia, in her pink skirt and white shirt, holds Victor tightly from behind.
Some distance away, concealed by the green grass and trees of the golf course, a team of heavily armed bodyguards stands watch. They are Victor's private security detail, maintaining a safe distance to ensure their Lord's privacy is undisturbed.
On horseback, Alia whispers into Victor's ear:
ALIA: "Our bodyguards are watching, my Lord. Don't let your 'Mafia Lord's Control' style slip."
Victor laughs. He lets his white hair fly in the wind. He suddenly turns towards Alia and pulls her face to his, holding her chin.
VICTOR: (Looking into Alia's eyes, speaking a deep, passionate phrase in Russian):
"Твоя улыбка — моя слабость, Моя Королева. Но твой гнев — моя сила."
("Your smile is my weakness, My Queen. But your wrath is my strength.")
Alia instantly understands the meaning.
Alia bursts out laughing. Her laugh is free, spontaneous, and filled with deep affection. She knows this man is prepared to give her all his power, authority, and kingdom.
Victor speaks again in Russian, this time in a lower tone:
"Мы — шторм, Моя Королева. И шторм никогда не заканчивается."
("We are the storm, My Queen. And the storm never ends.")
Alia stops laughing and rests her head on Victor's arm. The world around them—the bodyguards, the weapons, and the secrets—all pale in comparison to their limitless love. They ride away together, focused on establishing their joint Kingdom.
Luxurious Night Ride
Setting: The dark streets of Moscow.
Time: Deep night.
The city lights twinkle outside, but inside, there is silence. Alia and Victor's car is a Mercedes-Maybach S Class 680—perfectly secured and luxurious for a Mafia Lord. The interior light is a soft blue.
Victor is seated comfortably in the back. He is still in his black shirt. His eyes are fixed on Alia.
Alia is wearing a light blue dress. After the day's exhaustion, the excitement of the fight, and the madness of the laughter, Alia is now calm.
Alia looks out the car window. After a while, she leans back into her seat. A black sleep belt/seatbelt is fastened around her waist.
Slowly, Alia drifts into a peaceful sleep. Her head rests on the comfortable seat, and her eyes are closed.
Victor watches Alia. His blue eyes now convey deep affection and peace, not the heat of battle. He enjoys the moment when his Queen is completely safe and vulnerable beside him.
Victor smiles as he looks at Alia's face. He gently reaches out and brushes her cheek.
VICTOR: (Whispering to Alia, in Russian):
"Спи крепко, моя Королева. Твои сны под моей защитой."
("Sleep soundly, my Queen. Your dreams are under my protection.")
Victor unfastens his seatbelt, leans toward Alia, and gently kisses her forehead. Then he settles back into his seat.
The Mercedes-Maybach S Class 680 proceeds through the quiet streets of Moscow toward their luxurious penthouse.
A New Maybach Morning
Setting: The back seat of the Mercedes-Maybach S Class 680. The car has stopped in Victor's penthouse garage.
Time: The first light of dawn.
The sound of the car door opening wakes Alia. She opens her eyes and sees Victor leaning over her, his blue eyes as peaceful as the night before. Alia smiles.
VICTOR: (Gently brushing the hair from her face) "Good morning, Queen."
ALIA: "Good morning, my Lord. I hope my dreams were as beautiful as you are while I slept in your car."
Victor smiles. His smile is mysterious. Leaving Alia in the car for a moment, he takes out the folder containing the six American Express cards from his pocket. Victor holds it out to Alia.
VICTOR: "While you were sleeping, I noticed something. Queen Alia... you seem to have six cards!"
Alia looks at the cards. There is no anxiety on her face, only a cool smile. She knows Victor has figured out the mystery of her black, customized card.
ALIA: "The cards? Oh, they are just part of my Personal ID business, remember? Queens should have all kinds of cards for all kinds of purchases."
VICTOR: (Leaning in closer, whispering) "Not just the cards, Queen. I know you told me you have ten fight styles. You only show me six. Why do you hide the other four?"
Alia's eyes sparkle. Victor knows Alia is proficient in at least ten different combat styles. This information is a key part of their secret network.
ALIA: "You are very naughty, my Lord. Were you spying on me while I slept?"
Alia then grabs the collar of Victor's shirt and pulls him toward her.
ALIA: "I have ten fight styles, that's correct. But four of those styles are only for you. They are the techniques of love, care, trust, and childbearing."
Victor laughs. Hearing his laugh, Alia folds the cards and places them in her bag.
VICTOR: "And that is why you are the Queen of this city. You understand the language of cards, fights, and love—all of it."
They both step out of the car. The sun is now brightening the Moscow sky. They walk hand-in-hand toward the penthouse. Victor's mind is still on the mystery of the black card, and Alia's is on the secret of the four hidden fight styles out of ten.
The First of Five
Setting: A sun-drenched living room in Victor's penthouse.
Time: Early morning.
Several months have passed since the mysterious car ride and the discussion of the ten fight styles. The battles and secrets of their life continue, but now, a new life is the focus of their anticipation.
Alia is sitting on a comfortable, soft sofa. She is wearing a luxurious, deep blue or green casual dress.
Alia rests her hands on her stomach. It is not significantly swollen yet, but the faint glow of early pregnancy is visible. She sits with her eyes closed, a deep peace on her face. Her Honey-Brown hair is softly spread over her shoulders.
Victor is sitting on the armrest behind her. He gazes at his wife with deep admiration and a smile.
VICTOR: (In a gentle, soft voice) "You are the most beautiful Queen in this city now, Alia."
Alia opens her eyes and smiles. Her smile is no longer the psychopathic or triumphant one, but a gentle smile filled with the impending joy of motherhood.
Victor leans toward Alia and kisses her cheek.
VICTOR: "My Queen... the first one of our many children..."
ALIA: (Placing Victor's hand on her stomach) "The Prince or Princess of our empire, my Lord. I know how happy you are for this new member of our family."
VICTOR: "Happy? I feel like the calm in the middle of a storm, Alia. You and I—we are starting a new game now. A game where there is no loss, only victory."
Alia leans back on the sofa. She looks at Victor.
ALIA: "And my Lord, don't forget—the mother of this child is your Queen who knows ten fight styles."
VICTOR: (Laughing, resting his hand on her stomach) "I know, Queen. And now your most important fight style is peace and rest."
Victor holds his wife close. The living room of the Moscow penthouse becomes the center of their private Kingdom in that moment.The Burden of the Queen
Setting: The luxurious balcony of Victor's penthouse. The living room is visible through the glass doors.
Time: Just before twilight.
Nine months have passed. Alia's stomach is now large—she is fully prepared for the arrival of their new life.
Alia tries to walk slowly in her luxurious robe. Her pregnancy has made her very weak. She struggles to maintain her balance with every step. Though her face shows fatigue, her eyes hold a gentle, maternal glow.
Just then, Maria approaches. Maria, their family's long-trusted and powerful aide, is now Alia's personal attendant.
Maria gently, but firmly, holds Alia's arm to help her. She carefully guides Alia toward a sofa inside the living room.
MARIA: "Don't worry, Queen. Slowly... we'll reach the sofa in just a moment."
ALIA: (Sighing, with a faint smile) "Thank you, Maria. This little warrior inside is very strong, which is probably why she/he is giving her mother so much trouble."
Maria gently seats Alia on the sofa. Alia leans back comfortably, her face brightened by the afternoon light. She feels a large movement in her stomach.
Victor is standing by the door, watching this scene. He is in a black suit, and his eyes are fixed on Alia. There is no smile on his face, only deep concern and intense love. His empire might shake the whole world, but his pregnant wife's vulnerability makes him emotional.
Alia looks up at Victor.
ALIA: "My Lord? When did you arrive?"
Victor walks closer and kneels beside Alia. He takes her hand and kisses it. Then he gently kisses her forehead.
VICTOR: "I am always by your side, Queen. Now, you rest. Maria will bring you the best food. There are all the troubles of the world outside, but here, in this room... it's just you and our future little Lord/Lady. This is my true Kingdom."
Alia holds Victor's hand. Victor then gently rests his head on her stomach.
VICTOR: (Whispering to Alia's stomach, in Russian):
"Мы ждем тебя, наше дитя. Королевство будет твоим."
("We are waiting for you, our child. The Kingdom will be yours.")
Alia touches Victor's head and smiles. All the pain and anxiety of late pregnancy seem to melt away with Victor's simple touch. Maria silently brings them juice. The Storm of Birth
Setting: The luxurious living room of Victor's penthouse. Maria has just seated Alia on the sofa.
Time: Just before twilight.
Victor is still kneeling beside his wife, embracing her. Alia's mind is filled with only peace.
Suddenly, that peace shatters.
Alia catches her breath. Her eyes widen. She clutches Victor's shoulder tightly with her hands.
VICTOR: (In an alarmed voice) "Alia? What happened, Queen? Are you having trouble?"
Alia's face contorts with pain and agony. Her calm, beautiful face instantly becomes rigid.
ALIA: "The pain... My Lord. My stomach hurts!"
The first intense wave of labor pain hits Alia. She leans forward from the sofa. Maria rushes over.
MARIA: "Don't worry now, Queen. It has begun! My Lord, you must stay calm!"
Tears begin to stream from Alia's eyes. It is a cry of fear, pain, and the difficult struggle to bring this new life into the world.
ALIA: (Groaning in agony) "Victor... it's too... too much..."
Victor instantly regains all his strength. His blue eyes no longer show the rage of a Mafia Lord, but fierce resolve and limitless support for his wife. He holds Alia's hands tightly.
VICTOR: (In a firm, yet deeply loving voice) "No, Queen. There is no one stronger than you in this world. You are a CIA Agent, you are the Mafia Queen. You can endure this pain. I am by your side. We will get through this together."
Victor does not see her famous psycho-smile on Alia's agonizing face; he sees a vulnerable, human woman whom he loves more than the world. He kisses Alia's head.
VICTOR: "Maria! Prepare everything quickly! We are leaving now!"
Victor looks at Maria. Maria calmly starts giving instructions to prepare for the delivery.
Delivery in the Kingdom
Setting: The living room of Victor's penthouse.
Time: Night deepens.
Alia is groaning in pain. Victor is still holding Alia's hands tightly.
VICTOR: (In a harsh, quick voice) "Bodyguard! Listen to me! Prepare the car immediately, we are going to the hospital now!"
Victor prepares to carefully lift his wife into his arms, but then Maria rushes to Victor, panicked.
MARIA: "My Lord! No! Not now! All the roads in the city are closed! The main hospital is closed for a VIP event this evening! We won't make it!"
Intense rage and anxiety flash in Victor's blue eyes. All his power, wealth, and military might are useless in this moment.
VICTOR: (Clenching his jaw) "Closed? My Queen is..."
MARIA: "Calm down, My Lord! I am ready. I have prepared your and Alia's penthouse. Queen Alia will give birth in this very palace."
Just then, Maria quickly takes a step to partition the inner part of the room. There was a large screen panel near Alia and Victor. Maria slides it open, and hanging in the inner space is a Red Veil/Curtain. This curtain symbolizes blood, power, and protection. Maria uses this curtain to screen off the inner area from the rest of the room.
MARIA: "My Lord! You don't need to be here. I know you won't leave Alia, but..."
Alia, even through the pain, looks at her husband. Her eyes still hold the determination of the Agent-Queen.
ALIA: (In a voice choked with agony) "Victor... you... you stay. But... but let Maria... let Maria go."
Victor holds his wife's hand. But Maria tells him to leave.
MARIA: (Looking directly at Victor, in Russian): "Лорд, я знаю, вы хотите держать ее за руку. Но сейчас ваше время — создать защитный круг со своими телохранителями за дверью. Вашей Королеве больше всего нужна сила, тот круг, который вы создадите снаружи."
("My Lord, I know you want to hold her hand. But now is your time—to create a circle of protection with your bodyguards outside the door. Your Queen most needs the strength of that circle you create outside.")
Victor squeezes Alia's hand one last time. He nods in consent to Maria and lets go of Alia's hand. He quickly exits the room. His black coat flies behind him like the wind. He prepares with his bodyguards to turn the penthouse into an impregnable fortress. The Red Veil remains the sole witness to Alia's arduous trial.
The Two Heirs
Setting: The inner chamber of the penthouse, enclosed by the Red Veil.
Time: Approximately 10 minutes later.
Outside the chamber, Victor has created an impenetrable security circle with his bodyguards. His eyes show anxiety, but his body is still. The coolness of his revolver is still in his hand. He cannot hear any sound from inside—only the intense silence of waiting.
Inside the chamber, Maria and a few other trusted attendants are assisting Alia. Alia's screams have slowly turned into muffled groans.
After 10 minutes, the silence is broken.
For the first time, a sharp cry floats out from behind the Red Curtain.
MARIA: (Excited but calm voice) "My Lord! The first one! He/She has arrived!"
Victor moves towards the door. His legs are trembling. He rests his hand on the door, but does not enter. His Queen's request is his command.
But before the moment of joy can fully sink in, another cry echoes. It is slightly softer than the first.
MARIA: (Astonished, crying with joy) "God! The second one has arrived too! My Lord! Twins!"
Victor stands frozen at the door. His breath has stopped. He asked his wife for five children, and in one moment, Alia began the journey by giving him two.
MARIA: "Lord Victor! It's twins—a Prince and a Princess!"
Victor's eyes well up. The burden on his shoulders, which has borne the weight of a thousand wars and victories, is lifted. That cold smile returns to his lips, but this time, it is mixed with tears of joy.
VICTOR: (Pressing his head against the door, whispering) "Alia... My Queen. You won. You are my true Kingdom."
Inside the chamber, Maria embraces Alia.
MARIA: (Whispering into Alia's ear) "See, Queen? A boy and a girl. The first one looks just like you—calm yet determined. And the second one... her/his eyes are exactly like the Lord's—blue, and carrying immense power."
Alia is still exhausted, but a gentle smile graces her lips. She looks at the faces of her two children. All the power behind her wars, the mystery of the cards, and the ten fight styles have been validated today.
Victory and Vows
Setting: The inner chamber of the penthouse, enclosed by the Red Veil.
Time: Just after the birth.
Having secured the outer perimeter, Victor could not wait any longer. He pushes aside the Red Curtain and rushes into the room. His black coat falls to the floor.
The scene inside is calm and sacred. Alia is semi-reclining on the bed, exhausted but radiant. On either side of her are two innocent babies, wrapped in white cloth—a boy and a girl.
Victor pauses for a moment. His eyes are fixed solely on Alia. He slowly walks to the bedside and leans toward Alia.
Victor takes Alia's hand in his strong grip and kisses it with deep emotion. Then he gently kisses her forehead.
VICTOR: (His voice trembling, a mix of Russian and English) "You... you truly are the strongest Queen in the world, my Alia."
Alia, who had remained composed despite the agony of childbirth, could not hold back upon seeing Victor's deep love and gratitude.
Tears stream continuously from Alia's eyes. It is not a cry of pain—it is the emotion of relief, release, and the ultimate moment of love. She looks at her husband, who in this moment is neither Mafia Lord nor Agent, but merely a loving man and a proud father.
ALIA: (Whispering) "We... we did it, Victor. Our two... Heirs."
Victor gently wipes the tears from Alia's cheek.
VICTOR: (With a deep, cool smile) "My Queen. I could have taught you ten fight styles, but today, you taught me something that surpassed all my knowledge. Thank you."
Victor looks at his two children. His blue eyes, which have witnessed a thousand killings, now show only affection and tenderness. Maria stands aside, smiling silently.
Victor sits beside Alia. One hand holds Alia's, and the other holds the tiny hand of his newborn son. The first two heirs of their Kingdom are now completely safe.Scene I: The Lord's Tears and the Queen's Foresight
Location: The inner room of the penthouse, previously separated by the red curtain.
Time: Immediately after the children's birth.
Viktor was seated beside Alia, his eyes still reflecting the memory of her pain and the joy of victory.
Mariya gently handed the two infants, a boy and a girl wrapped in white, towards Viktor.
Viktor very carefully, a first-time experience in his life, lifted his two babies into his arms. His broad, powerful arms were carrying the softest weight on Earth. He was silent for a moment. The blue of his eyes expressed pure joy and love.
Then, the formidable Mafia Lord, who had defied a thousand dangers, looked at his children and started to weep. This crying was entirely of happiness and love.
Viktor: (Voice choked with emotion, looking at the children) "They... they look exactly like you and me! My prince and my princess!"
Viktor looked at Alia. A simple, passionate smile was on his face.
Viktor: "Alia! I... I will tell my parents right now! They will be so happy! They won't believe it!"
Alia, still exhausted but filled with immense peace, smiled and gently stroked Viktor's head.
Alia: "My Lord. Did you think your Queen would keep such a big secret? I told them. They are coming. I have already made all the arrangements. They are on their way. They can't wait to see our new prince and princess."
Viktor took Alia's hand without taking his eyes off the children. He realized his wife was not just a Queen, but also a caring mother and a far-sighted agent.
Viktor: (In a deep, emotional voice) "You are always one step ahead, my Queen."
Scene II: The Unveiling of Two Families
Location: Viktor's luxurious penthouse living room. The red curtain has been removed.
Time: Bright daylight, afternoon.
Some time has passed since the twins were born. Alia has been dressed and is resting comfortably. She is sitting up in bed, with two cribs on either side, where the boy and girl are sleeping peacefully. Viktor is sitting next to her, holding her hand.
Just then, the sound of the main door opening and hushed voices was heard.
Mariya stood at the door, smiling, and announced: "My Lord and Queen Alia. Their family members have arrived."
First to enter were Alia's parents.
Alia's Parents: Dressed with American aristocracy, the father being Bangladeshi and the mother Russian, with a hint of CIA rigidity. They quickly moved toward Alia. Alia's mother started crying with emotion upon seeing her daughter. Alia's father, a former high-ranking official, kissed Alia on the forehead.
Alia's Mother: (Emotional voice) "Alia! My dearest! You suffered so much! And they... they are the best gifts in our life!"
Next came Viktor's parents.
Viktor's Parents: Their attire showed Russian aristocracy and the silent prestige of the Mafia Empire. Viktor's father, a strict former Mafia Lord, placed his hand on his son's shoulder. Viktor's mother went straight to the two cribs.
Viktor's Mother: (Looking at the babies, tearfully) "Viktor! Alia! They are like angels! Our prince and our princess!"
Viktor's Father: (In a serious but proud voice) "Strong blood. They are exactly like my grandson and granddaughter. Viktor, you gifted your empire two new pillars."
Alia and Viktor looked at each other in that moment. Their surrounding world—Mafia, Agents, fear, and power—all seemed insignificant next to the simple love of a family. These children had united two different, dangerous worlds.
Viktor looked at his parents. Just as Alia had said, it had happened. Viktor's joy was boundless.
Viktor: (Holding Alia's hand, smiling softly) "See, my Queen? You are always one step ahead of me."
Alia: "And I will always be by your side, My Lord. Now, it's time for our babies' blessings."
Scene III: Three Years and the Genetic Heirs
Location: A new, child-friendly playroom in the penthouse.
Time: Afternoon light.
Three years have passed since the birth of the first twins. The room, once draped with a red curtain, is now filled with colorful toys and children's laughter.
Alia and Viktor's life is now fuller. Their first children, the boy and the girl, are now running around the entire penthouse. Viktor, despite being a Mafia Lord, plays with his children. The psychopathic smile on Alia's face has now transformed into a purely mischievous one.
However, Alia and Viktor had not forgotten their dream of five children. After the birth of the first two, due to medical complications, Alia learned that she could not conceive naturally again. This led the couple to make a tough decision.
The Arrival of the Surrogate Children
To fulfill the dream of their Queendom, Alia and Viktor opted for Surrogacy through the In Vitro Fertilization (IVF) method. Using their own genetic material, they decided to bring two more children into the world. These children were bio-genetically their own, a procedure they arranged through a trusted clinic in Badin.
Three years later, that dream came true as well.
Today is the day. Mariya and other trusted staff have brought the two new children (a boy and a girl, presumably) into the penthouse.
Alia, holding her first two children, looked toward the door. Viktor stood firmly by her side.
Alia: (With deep contentment) "My Lord. Our second battle is over. The third and fourth members of our Queendom have arrived."
Viktor: (Squeezing Alia's hand) "You never give up, my Queen. You proved that power is not just in guns or cards, but in willpower."
Mariya gently handed the two new babies to Alia and Viktor.
Alia: (Looking at her four children, overwhelmed with emotion) "Our four heirs. Our dream of five children is almost complete. These children don't know their birth is a scientific miracle. But they know they are the symbol of their parents' love."
Alia looked at Viktor. There was no weariness in her eyes, only the dream of the future.
Alia: "Now, just one more... My Lord. For our fifth child. To make this empire even stronger."
Viktor smiled. His smile was one of pride and courage.
Viktor: "As you wish, my Queen. I will do everything to fulfill this dream of yours. Because this family is my real Queendom."
Scene IV: The Battle of the Billionaires' Cards
Location: A luxurious room near the penthouse nursery.
Time: Afternoon.
After the responsibilities of four children and three years of marriage, both Alia and Viktor were somewhat tired, but their bond was deeper.
Alia walked towards Viktor, smiling. Her Golden-Honey colored hair had returned. She carried the folder with her six American Express cards.
Alia: (Winking, in a challenging tone) "My Lord. Do you remember that night? When my cards surprised you?"
Viktor: (Holding a glass of wine, with a calm but playful smile) "How could I forget, my Queen? You were sleeping, and I was looking at my Queen's secret assets."
Alia sat on a chair and placed her cards on the table. She specifically highlighted the black, customized American Express card.
Alia: (Pointing to the black card) "Look. This is my card. Its power is not just money, but a symbol of global communication and information. Its name: 'The Golden Hunter's Queen Card'."
Alia showed her other cards one by one:
Golden American Express Business Card
Platinum American Express Card
Red American Express Business Card
Two more Standard Business Cards
Alia: "See! Name these cards—each of my six cards holds power, security, and global access. Now, show me your card. Let's see who has more!"
Viktor gently placed his wine glass on the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own wallet. In his wallet was only one card, a symbol of the Russian Mafia and European banking—a highly rare, customized black, matte finish Visa or Mastercard.
Viktor: (Handing the card to Alia) "I have only one card, my Queen. Its name: 'The Lord's Eternity'. It has no number, only my fingerprint. Because it has no financial limit. It is the credit of my empire. But... I cannot buy you or our four children with it."
Viktor looked at Alia. His blue eyes were now tender.
Viktor: "You asked, who has more? The answer is simple. Your cards helped you become the most dangerous Agent in the world. And my card made me the most powerful Mafia Lord."
Viktor embraced his wife.
Viktor: "But these four children and you—you are more valuable than all my cards. Because these four children prove that all power is trivial next to love and trust."
Alia smiled. She rested her head on Viktor's chest. She knew that not her power, but her very existence, was most precious to this man. In their Queendom, the battle of cards was secondary to the power of the heart.
Scene V: The Names of the Cards
Location: Viktor's luxurious room.
Time: Afternoon.
Alia took the folder of Viktor's six American Express cards in her hand. Viktor's black card was still on the table.
Alia: (In a firm voice) "Viktor, I want to know the names of your four cards. I told you the names of my cards. Tell me the names of yours. Let me hear them."
Viktor: (Giving Alia his full attention) "Alright, Queen. Listen carefully."
Viktor pointed to Alia's four main cards among her six:
Golden American Express Business Card
Platinum American Express Card
Red American Express Business Card
Black, Customized American Express Card
Viktor: "The names are:
Golden Card: 'Golden Storm'
Platinum Card: 'The Brain of Hunter'
Red Business Card: 'Red Agenda'
Black Customized Card: 'The Golden Hunter's Queen Card'
Alia: "And your single card, 'The Lord's Verdict'?"
Viktor: "I have only one card. It doesn't need a name. Just The Card (The Card)."
Alia then held her cards and Viktor's card together.
Scene VI: The Billionaire Count
Location: The luxurious room of the penthouse.
Time: Afternoon.
Alia and Viktor laughed after discussing the power of the cards. Alia still maintained her competitive spirit.
Alia: (With a playful challenge in her eyes) "Alright, My Lord. No more talk about the power of cards. Now, let's talk about another indicator of power: the Billionaire index."
Viktor: (Raising an eyebrow) "Start, my Queen."
Alia: "At what age did you become a billionaire?"
Viktor gently ran his hand through his graying hair. That famous cold smile was on his face.
Viktor: "I became a billionaire at 27 years old."
Viktor then threw the challenge back at Alia: "And Alia, you?"
Alia smiled a winner's smile and nodded.
Alia: "I became a billionaire at 23 years old."
Viktor feigned surprise, but his eyes held deep admiration.
Viktor: "Only 23? You are always one step ahead, my Queen. You proved that power is not in age, but in courage and intelligence."
Alia held Viktor's hand and pulled him closer.
Alia: "And My Lord, being a billionaire was important. But these four children of ours, this Queendom of ours... this is our real wealth now."
They both laughed together. Every moment of their life was filled with challenge, power, and love.
Scene VII: The Secret Kiss and the Maid's Eye
Location: The luxurious room of the penthouse.
Time: Afternoon.
After the billionaire count, both Alia and Viktor burst into laughter. Alia had pulled Viktor close.
Viktor didn't miss the opportunity. He leaned toward Alia and kissed her lips with deep passion. That kiss was a symbol of all the strength, courage, and love in their relationship.
While Alia initially reciprocated the unexpected kiss, she suddenly remembered where they were. She gently pushed Viktor's chest to move him away.
Alia: (In a soft, breathless voice) "Let go! What are you doing, My Lord!"
Viktor: (Whispering in Alia's ear, with a mischievous smile) "My Queen became a billionaire at a younger age than me. A Lord can certainly give his Queen this reward!"
Alia: (A mix of worry and embarrassment) "The maid saw! Mariya is watching!"
Viktor then looked at Alia. The embarrassment of the Agent-Queen was still visible in her eyes. He took her hand and pulled her in.
Viktor: "Mariya? She is the most trusted person in our family. She knows that after the birth of these four children, our love is even more indomitable. She won't say anything."
Alia then rested her head on Viktor's chest. She knew that this Russian Lord, with all his power and authority, loved only one person—that Golden Honey-Headed Queen Alia.
Viktor smiled, touching Alia's head. This private moment was a piece of peace amidst their stormy life.