Alia's breath grew hot against Viktor's chest. In a dark, bewitching trance, she hugged Viktor tightlyand planted a kiss on his neck (Golar niche kiss). While Viktor stood paralyzed by this unexpected affection, a mysterious smile played on Alia's lips.
Holding a glass of water she looked at him as if she had just declared checkmate on a massive chessboard. In reality, everything was Alia's calculated plan.
Alia knew exactly how to exploit Viktor's rage and the absence of his family. She knew that in trying to dominate her, Viktor would unknowingly fall into her trap. And Marco? The mystery of why he didn't show up was finally clear. Alia had briefed Marco beforehand. Marco knew exactly what Viktor would do—that in trying to claim Alia, Viktor would expose his own vulnerability. Marco didn't come because he was following Alia's orders to stay away, letting Viktor believe he had won.
Alia: (Smiling to herself) "Viktor, you think you've imprisoned me? In truth, for these 10 days, you are the one trapped in my web within this palace."
Viktor couldn't fathom the depth of that smile. He thought the 800-year-old love of Alexander and Isrovona had returned. But Alia's mysterious gaze and the glass of water in her hand were silent signals that she was the one pulling the strings.
Viktor's blue eyes were no longer those of a predator; they were drowning in an unknown trance. And Alia, as the queen of that darkness, was preparing to begin her reign over him. A grey morning in the bone-chilling Russian winter. Snow falls like cotton, thickening the white blanket that stretches to the horizon. Alia is no longer that helpless captive; she has transformed into a figure of power.
She sits in the plush leather seat of her private helicopter. She wears an expensive designer coat with a collar and sleeves trimmed in thick fur protecting her from the freezing Russian wind. Outside the window, a blizzard rages, but Alia's gaze is steady and mysterious.
Right beside her sits her most trusted bodyguard, eyes constantly alert. Opposite her sits her long-time partner, Maria. To the outside world, Maria is just a loyal servant but the truth is far more dangerous. Maria and the bodyguard both of these two are actually CIA agents.
Over the roar of the helicopter engine, Alia looked at Maria. Maria silently slid a digital tablet toward her.
Maria: (In a low voice) "Ma'am, we are nearing the Russian border. Viktor's network hasn't tracked us yet. But remember, we are entering enemy territory."
Alia slipped her hand into the pocket of her fur coat, where a small microchip was hidden. That familiar mysterious smile touched her lips.
Alia: "Viktor thought he had bound me with that tattoo on my back. He didn't know that when a hunter enters the tiger's den, she doesn't come as a friend she comes to seize the empire. Maria, it's time to start Operation Shadow."
The bodyguard checked his weapon. Alia looked down through the window at the vast, desolate stretches of the Russian snowlands. Alexander ruled this land, and today, Alia has returned with her own secret agenda.
Through this covert CIA mission, will Alia be able to grind Viktor's empire into the dust? Or will this pristine white Russian land bear witness to a new bloodshed today? Looking through the fog and snow outside the helicopter window, Alia turned back toward Maria. Her eyes were filled with a thousand questions and a deep, calculated plan.
Alia: (In a grave voice) "Which area are we heading to exactly? What is the name of this place?"
Maria zoomed in on the digital map and turned it toward Alia. A red dot was blinking on the screen.
Maria: "Ma'am, we are heading deep into Siberia. This area is called 'Krasnoyarsk'. However, the locals call it the 'Valley of the Blue Wolf'. Viktor's largest armory and secret documents are hidden beneath these frozen mountains."
Alia whispered the name to herself. In this inaccessible region of Russia, ordinary people wouldn't even dream of going. The helicopter began its descent toward a secret helipad carved into a mountain ridge.
Alia: "Krasnoyarsk... is this where Alexander began his conquest 800 years ago?"
Maria: "Yes, Ma'am. According to records, the secret pact between Alexander and Isrovona took place in these very mountain caves. Today, CIA databases show that Viktor has built his new empire using that same ancient history."
The trusted bodyguard touched his earpiece and gave a warning signal.
Bodyguard: "Ma'am, prepare for landing. The outside temperature is minus 30 degrees. We are bypassing Viktor's radar and landing directly above his main bunker."
Alia wrapped her fur coat tightly around her. As soon as the helicopter's wheels touched the snow, the door swung open. The bone-chilling Russian wind rushed inside. Alia knew that stepping into 'Krasnoyarsk' meant either the destruction of Viktor or the beginning of a new chapter in history.
Alia stepped down from the helicopter, the snow crunching beneath her boots. She looked up at the blue sky and gave a mysterious smile.
Alia: (To herself) "Viktor, the end of your empire starts here."Alia shook her head at Maria, a determined glint in her eyes. She didn't look at the map; instead, she gazed out at the endless falling snow.
Alia: "I didn't come here to search for old documents or history, Maria. I came to buy a weapon the most powerful one in existence. The technology hidden beneath these frozen Russian mountains... I want it. And don't worry about where we'll stay; I have my own mansion (Basa) here, as grand as a royal palace, built far from Viktor's prying eyes."
As soon as she finished speaking, Alia pulled a digital transfer device from inside her coat. With a few swift taps, she transferred 1 billion dollars directly into her lead bodyguard's account.
The bodyguard's eyes widened in utter shock as he saw the notification. Standing in the middle of the desolate Russian wilderness, he couldn't even fathom such a staggering amount of money.
Bodyguard: (Stunned) "Ma'am... 1 billion! What am I supposed to do with this much money?"
Alia: (With a mysterious smile) "Don't worry. Your loyalty is worth much more than that. And remember, billions like this will start piling up in my accounts from now on. We aren't just following an agenda anymore; we are running an empire."
At that exact moment, the encrypted phone in Alia's pocket vibrated. A message had arrived.
Alia looked at the screen. As she read it, her smile deepened. The message wasn't from just anyone; it was from someone inside Viktor's own network who had signaled her arrival in Krasnoyarsk.
The message read: "The bird has entered the cage. The door beneath the ice is now open. Alexander is waiting."
Alia switched off the phone and looked at Maria and her bodyguard. The roar of the helicopter engine was fading into the blizzard, and ahead stood the massive, snow-covered palace that was about to witness a new era of history.
Alia: "Let's go. It's time." Alia adjusted the collar of her fur coat and placed her hand on the helicopter's headset. Her voice was now much more confident and regal.
Alia: (Directing the pilot) "No need to land anywhere else. Land directly on the roof of my building Receiving the signal, the pilot brought the helicopter exactly over the massive snow-covered palace. The automatic snow-clearing system on the large rooftop landing pad activated, as if prepared for this very moment. Looking down through the window, Alia saw a group of guards armed with modern weaponry surrounding her palace—all loyal only to her.
The helicopter descended with a slight vibration onto the roof. The sound of the door lock clicking open echoed.
Alia: (Looking at Maria and the bodyguard) "Welcome. This is my fortress. From here, we will purchase the weapon that will change the world's calculations. Viktor won't even be able to imagine that under his nose, in his own country, I have built such a massive empire."
From the rooftop, the snow-white mountains took on a different aura. Alia stepped out of the helicopter and walked toward the palace elevator. Her mysterious smile seemed to radiate a unique warmth even in this bone-chilling cold. She knew that from now on, every move in the game would be at her command.As soon as Alia stepped off the helicopter, an incredible scene unfolded before her. A handsome boywas standing on the vast roof of the palace. He was so strikingly beautiful that he could easily be mistaken for a Greek god.
The boy walked toward Alia and bowed his head with utmost respect. Then, very carefully, he lifted Alia's hand and planted a kiss on it (Hate kiss).
When Alia looked at him, she froze for a moment. The boy's eyes were blue (Blue eyes)—the same deep blue as Viktor's, but without the cruelty; instead, they held a profound sense of loyalty. His hair was blonde (Blonde hair), shining like gold under the white glare of the snow.
The Boy: (In a low, grave voice) "Welcome, Ma'am. In your absence, every stone of this palace has been waiting for your return. The weapon dealers are waiting for you downstairs."
Alia gave a mysterious smile. She knew this boy wasn't just a loyal servant; he was an invisible pillar of her massive empire. Maria and the bodyguard stood nearby, but the boy's presence shifted the entire atmosphere.
Alia brushed her fur coat and looked into the boy's eyes—
Alia: "Is everything in order, Alexander? Today is very important for us. There must be no mistakes."
The Boy: (Looking into Alia's eyes) "Your command is my law. There is no room for mistakes."
Alia entered the palace with the handsome blonde boy. The bone-chilling cold outside seemed to surrender to this new wave of tension. Viktor could never have imagined that in the desolate mountains of Russia, Alia had built her own 'blue-eyed' guardian force. Before the trace of Alia's mysterious smile could even fade, the scene took a new turn. The handsome, blonde Alexander wrapped his arm around Alia's waist with a deep sense of possessiveness. There was no hesitation in his gesture, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Alia didn't stop him; instead, she began walking into the palace with him in a regal manner.
Standing behind them, Maria and the bodyguard were completely shocked They stared at each other in utter disbelief.
Maria knew Alia had broken free from Viktor's web to come here, but she never imagined that someone as powerful and close as Alexander existed in Alia's life. The bodyguard, who had just received 1 billion dollars, also stood frozen, staringat the pair as they walked away.
Bodyguard: (Whispering to Maria) "Is our Ma'am playing a game even more dangerous than Viktor's? Who is this boy? The look in his eyes is deeper than even Viktor's."
Maria: (In a worried tone) "I don't know. But one thing is clear—we don't know everything Alia is doing. Viktor may be the king of Russia, but Alia had her empire organized long ago."
As Alexander led Alia toward the elevator, the blizzard outside seemed to intensify. Their solemn presence filled the palace with a mysterious nobility. Alia wasn't bothered by Alexander's touch at all; rather, there was a sense of satisfaction on her face as if she had finally returned to her true home.
Maria and the bodyguard remained standing on the vast roof as Alia disappeared into a new mystery before their eyes.