Alia was no ordinary woman; she was so powerful that even the CIA agents working under her feared her like a tigress. At a very young age, she had reached such a deadly level of expertise that she was the senior whom everyone respected and feared.
But today, in front of Viktor's demonic persona, Alia suddenly felt vulnerable. Alia is just like Viktor half good and half evil. Just as she has the persona of a ruthless agent, there is also a vulnerable woman hidden somewhere inside. Viktor's extreme madness had shaken the very core of Alia's dark side.
After Viktor's bone-chilling scream, Alia couldn't stay still. She ran along the wall, trying to escape the room. For a formidable CIA agent like her to flee in this manner proved that Viktor's 'psycho manipulation' was working.
As Alia dashed toward the wall, only one thought consumed her: to get away from Viktor's bloodthirsty form, if only for a moment. But can she truly escape a monster who is her own mirror image? In that Russian palace, an unequal battle between two dark forces has officially begun. When Alia realized there was no escape and Viktor's demonic shadow was closing in, the latent ferocity of the elite CIA agent within her erupted like a volcano. Pressing her back against the wall, she stood her ground and let out a scream even more terrifying than Viktor's.
Alia: (Screaming) "Don't touch me, Viktor! Don't you dare come closer! I am not some ordinary woman who will die of fear from your madness!"
Viktor froze for a split second at the sheer intensity of her roar. In Alia's eyes, there was now the same dark, demonic glint that usually flickered in Viktor's. She threw the challenge directly at him.
Alia: "If you are a devil, remember—I am above even that! You don't have the power to kill me, because half of me is already as dead as yours! Don't try to control me, Viktor!"
Alia's terrifying scream and the powerful 'Aura' radiating from her body proved exactly why she was the senior in the CIA. Inside that silent Russian palace, two psycho entities now stood face-to-face. On one side, Viktor's raw strength and bloodlust; on the other, Alia's lethal determination and destructive power. Viktor's rage had reached its peak. Unable to bring Alia under his control, he signaled his formidable bodyguards. Within seconds, the massive men surrounded Alia and moved in to restrain her by force.
As Alia realized Viktor was using his muscle power against her, the fierce CIA agent within her ignited like a wildfire. Struggling against the guards' grip, she looked Viktor dead in the eye and exploded with pure venom.
Alia: (Screaming in absolute fury) "I will deal with you, you son of a bh # Do you think you can suppress me with your power? Because of your brutality, my own family has stopped speaking to me I've become a criminal in everyone's eyes because of you!"
Alia's voice wasn't trembling with tears, but with a thirst for revenge. She pointed a finger at Viktor and roared again
Alia: "You turned my orderly life into a living hell! You destroyed everythingMy career, my respect, my family—you are responsible for all of it. I will grind your mafia empire into dust, remember that, Viktor!"
Viktor stood there calmly, a demonic smirk playing on his lips. Alia's agony and hatred seemed to provide him with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He ordered the guards to take her to a dark cell or a secure room.
As Alia was being dragged away, her screams continued to echo through the palace walls. That Russian night bore witness to a destructive passion where the fire of hatred and revenge burned far brighter than love. Viktor's demonic persona reached its peak. Alia's screams and hatred sounded like sweet music to his ears. He spread his arms wide, looking up toward the ceiling, and began to laugh like a madman There was no joy in that laughter, only a terrifying madness.
Viktor: (Laughing until he was breathless) "Ha ha ha! Revenge? You'll take revenge on me, Alia? You'll destroy Lord Viktor, who controls the fate of all Russia? This rage, this hatred... this is exactly what I wanted! Then let your revenge beginLet's see how far you can go!"
As Alia struggled to wrench herself free from the bodyguards' grip, a bone-chilling stillness settled in her eyes. She stopped screaming; instead, her voice took on an ominous, calm tone. She looked Viktor directly in the eye and responded.
Alia: "Yes, Viktor, now the revenge begins. I have waited for this day for many, many yearsDid you think you had broken me? No, you only killed the mercy inside me."
Alia took a step forward, standing inches away from him. Her elite CIA persona was now fully awake.
Alia: "The wait I have endured won't end today or tomorrow. But mark my words one day, it will end. And on that day, I will turn your empire, your dominance, and your very existence into ashes with my own hands. I will make you the king of the very hell you sent me to."
Viktor's laughter died down instantly. Seeing the iron resolve in Alia's eyes, he realized the game was no longer one-sided. Two psychos, two powerful adversaries, were now locked in a standoff. In that freezing Russian night, love was buried, and an eternal war was born. A day had passed in that tense Russian palace. Viktor was sitting in his massive drawing room, checking a file, when Anashia burst inside like a storm. It was clear from her demeanor that she was a formidable part of this mafia world.
Without any introduction, Anashia walked up and hugged ViktorThere was a strange, friendly yet mysterious bond between them. Smiling, Anashia placed a hand on Viktor's shoulder and said, "It's been a long time, Viktor!"
Viktor gave a light smile in return. Anashia looked at him and asked in a very casual tone
Anashia: "Hey, where is Alia?I don't see her around. Have you hidden my best friend somewhere?"
When Anashia referred to Alia as her best friend, Viktor's eyes momentarily stilled. He knew very well that hidden equations lay beneath this friendship between Alia and Anashia.
Viktor set his glass down on the table and replied in a very calm voice
Viktor: "Alia is where she belongs. She's a bit 'busy' with her new life and the gifts I've given her. Why the sudden visit, Anashia? Do you have some specific news?"
Seeing the look in Viktor's eyes, Anashia realized the atmosphere was anything but normal. With a mysterious smile, she began scanning the surroundings, as if she knew exactly where Alia was confined or what kind of hell she was enduring. Anashia's presence in that Russian palace just cranked up Anashia slowly pulled a thick cigarette from her jacket pocket. She lit it, blew a puff of smoke toward Viktor, and sat on the sofa with her feet up. Her posture and the look in her eyes carried a royal dominance.
Taking a long drag, Anashia began speaking to Viktor with a smirk
Anashia: "Viktor, you know who I am. I am the Korean Dragon Mafia Lord. The streets of Seoul tremble at the mention of my name. I know it, your Alia knows it, and the entire underworld knows it."
She created a mysterious swirl of smoke and looked at Viktor with piercing eyes.
Anashia: "And you? You are the legendary Russian Mafia Lord. Your power is so vast that thousands of women and men constantly swarm around you. Some want your bed, others want your mercy. Power and lust crawl at your feet."
Anashia leaned in, bringing her face inches from Viktor's. That familiar sinister smile played on her lips.
Anashia: "But Viktor, in this crowd of thousands, Alia is a bit different, isn't she? Is she your prey or your addiction do you even know? Remember, when the Dragon's fire meets the Russian ice, destruction becomes inevitable."
Viktor didn't say a word; he simply swirled the expensive vodka in his glass. Anashia's blunt words scattered the seeds of a new war in the room. Two powerful Mafia Lords from two different nations stood face-to-face, with only Alia's bloody tale of revenge between them. Anashia filled the room with cigarette smoke and settled in comfortably. A primitive and wild satisfaction gleamed in her eyes. She looked at Viktor and suddenly began speaking in low, hushed Korean. Her voice carried a strange, provocative excitement.
Anashia: (In Korean, with a provocative gesture) "Sex, ahh... I love it, Viktor. The ultimate pleasure of the body is what truly matters."
She flicked the cigarette ash into an expensive ashtray and looked directly into Viktor's eyes. Her gaze was toxic yet mesmerizing, as if she were trying to provoke his suppressed desires.
Anashia: "Tell me, what do you like? Is it the games you play with that massive body of yours, or is it the expensive alcohol and gamblingOr are you like those men who love to hurl abuses and exert dominance over women?"
She leaned closer and spat out a string of filthy insults. Anashia knows exactly how to provoke a Mafia Lord or how to lure him in.
Anashia: "I am the Dragon Lord; fire runs in my blood. But you are the king of the ice lands. Does blood flow within you, or just pure ego? Tell me, Viktor, are you keeping Alia just to satisfy your physical hunger, or do you want to crush her defiant spirit into pieces?"
Though Viktor had been calm until now, hearing Anashia's blunt words and insults made his jaw tighten. The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees. This conversation between two psycho Mafia Lords had just taken a very dangerous turn. Hearing Anashia's provocative words, a cruel smirk played on Viktor's lips. He slowly pulled out an expensive cigarette and lit it with the flame Anashia provided. Taking a long drag, Viktor blew a forceful puff (Puff) of smoke into the air.
Viktor's eyes were now intoxicated and terrifying. He looked at Anashia and spoke in a low, sharp voice
Viktor: "You're right, Anashia... I love all of that. But what I love even more is when a defiant woman writhes in agony before me."
In his mind, Viktor visualized Alia's shattered face. Through the veil of smoke, he seemed to mentally trace every part of her.
Viktor: "I love those bright eyes of hers when they flicker with fear. I love those rebellious lips that insult me, only to surrender to me in the end."
Taking another drag, Viktor continued with demonic pleasure
Viktor: "I find the most peace when I see her doubled over in stomach painfrom my brutality. Her screams, her crying that is the greatest music of my life. The more she cries, the more my bloodlust grows."
Seeing Viktor's extreme psycho-persona, Anashia felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Viktor was now a complete monster. He relished the sound of Alia's weeping and every moment of her physical pain. In that dark Russian room, a Mafia Lord admitted that it wasn't love, but the agony of another, that fueled his existence.Anashia leaned back, a dark glint in her eyes as she watched Viktor. She flicked her cigarette ash and spoke in a voice like velvet over gravel.
"You really are a monster, Viktor," Anashia said, her smile widening. "Most men want a woman's love, but you... you crave her destruction. You want to see her spirit break until there is nothing left but that beautiful, agonizing pain."
Viktor stood up, his massive 6-foot-8-inch frame casting a long, terrifying shadow across the room. He walked to the window, looking out at the cold Russian landscape.
"Love is a weakness, Anashia," Viktor replied coldly. "But pain? Pain is honest. When she cries, when she trembles, when her body fails her—that is when I truly own her. I don't want her heart; I want her soul to scream my name in terror."
Anashia stood up and walked toward the door, stopping just behind him.
"Just remember one thing, Russian Lord," she whispered. "Alia isn't just any woman. She's a Dragon's friend and a CIA ghost. If you break her too much, the pieces might just end up cutting your throat."
With a final, chilling laugh, Anashia walked out, leaving Viktor alone with his dark thoughts and the lingering scent of smoke.