A sweeping aerial view soars across the bleak, frost-covered
Donbas region. The winter sun creeps over the horizon,
casting long shadows across bombed-out buildings, cratered
roads, and the skeletons of burnt-out tanks rusting in the
fields.
Below, columns of refugees march through snow-dusted roads —
grandmothers pushing carts, children clinging to stuffed
animals, faces hollow and gray. A church bell tolls, distant
and cracked, echoing over the cold expanse like a funeral
dirge.
The camera continues to glide, tilting downward — revealing
the charred remains of a kindergarten playground, a half-
buried teddy bear in ash. Next to it, a rusted sign reads:
WELCOME TO BAKHMUT.
As we pass over the ruins, a Russian military convoy rumbles
through — tanks, personnel carriers, soldiers smoking,
laughing. One sprays graffiti on a crumbled wall:
“CHILDREN OF WAR.”
The air is eerily quiet — only the low hum of drones overhead
and the wind through broken windows.
Then —
BOOM.
A massive explosion erupts in the distance, sending up a
mushroom of dirt and smoke. The sound slams into us a beat
later, deep and thunderous.
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Despair from the Rooftop
EXT. KYIV – ROOFTOP – MORNING
IVAN PAVLENKO (40s) stands at the edge of a crumbling
apartment rooftop with a camera in hand. He watches smoke
plumes rise on the horizon. Behind his tired eyes, rage
simmers.
He presses REC on his camera.
VO (soft, broken)
"They send boys to die while they
sit in gold chairs... And they call
it patriotism."
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EXT. KYIV – ROOFTOP – MORNING – CONTINUOUS
IVAN steadies his lens, zooming in toward the black plumes of
smoke coiling from the city’s outskirts. His breath fogs in
the cold air. The distant booming of shelling pulses through
the skyline like a heartbeat.
He adjusts the focus, catching a shot of a makeshift
checkpoint manned by civilians in flak jackets. One is no
older than 16, gripping an AK-47 with white-knuckled fingers.
He mutters into his voice recorder, clipped to his coat:
IVAN (INTO RECORDER)
Checkpoint Bravo, civilian defense.
East Sector. 17-year-old with
automatic rifle. Second week of the
siege.
He lowers the camera, blinking away tears. A text pops up on
his satellite phone:
FROM: UNKNOWN
FILE RECEIVED – “Dinner with Devils.mp4
Ivan’s brow furrows. He opens it. On-screen: a grainy,
infrared recording — Russian generals around a fire, drunk,
laughing. A civilian vehicle explodes on a nearby monitor.
The men raise their glasses in a toast.
RUSSIAN GENERAL (V.O.) (FROM VIDEO)
“Boom. Right on the nose. Another
convoy of rats.”
Laughter.
Ivan exhales sharply. The camera shakes slightly in his hand.
He stares down at the phone like it’s radioactive.
Behind him, the distant, echoing chime of an air raid siren
wails.
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Eyes in the Sky
EXT. STREET BELOW – KYIV – MOMENTS LATER
Ivan rushes down a flight of stairs two at a time. The
building trembles from a distant blast. Windows rattle.
On the street, residents scatter — mothers grabbing children,
old men pushing carts faster than they should. A dog barks
madly as a Ukrainian soldier yells:
UKRAINIAN SOLDIER
Incoming! Two klicks out! Move!
Ivan darts behind a burnt-out van, pulls out a small drone
from his satchel, launches it into the sky.
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DRONE POV – SKY OVER KYIV
The drone zips above buildings, revealing the monstrous
artillery strike incoming — a line of rockets arcing toward
the city like a meteor shower.
Ivan watches the feed on his phone.
A red blinking indicator reads:
LIVE BROADCASTING: FOREIGN PRESS SERVER
IVAN
Let the world see this.
BOOM —
The first rocket hits a power
station. Lights flicker out across
the block.
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INT. MAKESHIFT NEWSROOM – KYIV UNDERGROUND – LATER
Ivan enters a dim basement filled with wires, monitors, maps,
and journalists hunched over laptops. Generators hum. Coffee
brews in a tin can.
EDITORS watch his drone feed in real-time.
NEWS EDITOR (60S)
Where’d you get that footage?
IVAN (HANDS HIM THE PHONE)
Just came in. Russian brass
celebrating war crimes.
The editor scrolls through. Jaw tightens.
NEWS EDITOR
You realize publishing this puts
you at the top of a kill list.
Ivan grabs a stale roll off the table and takes a bite.
IVAN
I was already on it.
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The Weight of Duty
EXT. RUSSIAN MILITARY TRAINING BASE – KURSK REGION – DAY
Rows of young Russian conscripts stand at attention in a snow-
swept yard. They wear mismatched uniforms and faded
expressions. The cold bites through their coats. A massive
mural of Mother Russia looms behind them, holding a sword and
shield.
DMITRI SOKOLOV (19) stands in line — tall, thin, fresh-faced.
His eyes are sharp, but unsure. He clutches his rifle like it
might explode. His boots are too big.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (50s), thick-necked and cruel-eyed,
paces in front of them, barking:
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
You are not here to think. You are
here to serve the will of your
nation. Ukraine belongs to us.
These are not civilians. They are
saboteurs, traitors, NATO vermin.
He stops in front of Dmitri.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (CONT'D)
You — what’s your name?
DMITRI
Dmitri Sokolov, sir.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
You believe in this war?
A pause. Dmitri hesitates. A breath too long.
DMITRI
I… serve Russia, sir.
Kravchenko eyes him. Leans in.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
Good. Because hesitation gets your
comrades killed.
He slams the butt of his rifle into the ground and shouts:
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (TO ALL) (CONT'D)
Load up! You ship out tonight.
South! To glory, or to hell!
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Fragments of Innocence
INT. TRANSPORT TRUCK – NIGHT – MOVING
The inside of a freezing, bouncing military truck. Young
soldiers packed in like livestock. No one speaks.
Dmitri clutches a photo of his mother, taped inside a small
notebook. Next to it, a poem he wrote:
“Wolves in uniform, teeth like brass.
They march us forward, first and last.”
He pockets it, then notices a fellow conscript, coughing
violently. Dmitri pulls out a half-crushed cough drop and
offers it. The kid smiles weakly.
CONSCRIPTEE
You from Kursk?
DMITRI
Yeah. You?
CONSCRIPTEE
Dagestan. Never held a gun before
this.
They both fall silent as the truck door slides open a crack,
revealing the horizon.
Rows of burning villages.
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EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF MARIUPOL – DAWN
The trucks roll to a stop near a shattered village. Soldiers
unload quickly. Dmitri steps down into a scene of eerie
silence.
A dog barks in the distance. Smoke rises from a field. He
watches a bird land on a broken power line, oblivious to the
destruction.
A Ukrainian child’s ball bounces into the street. Dmitri
instinctively picks it up — and locks eyes with a Ukrainian
boy hiding behind a fence.
A long, awkward moment. Then:
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (O.S.)
Sokolov! You want to adopt him or
join your unit?
Dmitri drops the ball and walks away — but keeps looking
back.
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EXT. OCCUPIED VILLAGE – LATER THAT DAY
The Russian unit has set up camp in the remnants of a
Ukrainian village. Smoke curls from chimneys where fires once
warmed homes. A hollow wind moans through the ruined streets.
Dmitri is posted outside a makeshift command post, rifle
slung over his shoulder. His boots crunch on broken glass as
he patrols. The sky is heavy, overcast, pressing down.
From around a corner—
A whistle.
He turns. The Ukrainian boy — maybe 9 or 10 — peeks from
behind a splintered fence. Same kid. Same haunted eyes.
DMITRI
Hey… (softly, in Russian)
You shouldn’t be here.
The boy doesn’t move. Just stares. Holding something behind
his back. Dmitri steps closer.
DMITRI (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
What’s your name?
No answer.
Dmitri crouches, careful to keep his rifle pointed away.
DMITRI (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
You hungry?
The boy slowly reveals what’s behind his back — the ball from
earlier.
He gently tosses it to Dmitri.
Dmitri catches it, smiles faintly, and tosses it back.
Laughter—soft, like a fragile thing trying to survive. A
moment of grace.
Then—
A GUNSHOT.
The boy flinches and darts back behind the fence.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (O.S.)
Sokolov! On me. Now.
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A Choice of Humanity
INT. BARN – MINUTES LATER
Four Ukrainian men — farmers, maybe teachers — kneel on the
ground, hands zip-tied, faces bruised. Two Russian soldiers
watch them.
Kravchenko paces in front of them like a wolf.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
Insurgents. Found radios, maps,
NATO supplies.
DMITRI enters, uncertain.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
Pick one. You’re the new blood.
Time to earn your stripes.
DMITRI
Sir?
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
Execute one. Show them what Russian
mercy looks like.
Dmitri freezes. The world becomes silent. The men tremble.
One looks up — eyes full of quiet dignity.
UKRAINIAN MAN
My son’s the boy you met. He
doesn’t need to see this.
Dmitri’s hand trembles around his rifle.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
Sokolov. This is war. Your orders
are clear.
DMITRI
They’re civilians. Farmers.
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO
They’re meat.
He steps behind Dmitri, whispering like poison:
COMMANDER KRAVCHENKO (CONT'D)
You don’t do this, you kneel next.
A long pause.
Dmitri slowly raises his rifle — not at the prisoners… but at
Kravchenko.
Everyone tenses.
DMITRI
You’re the one who’s rotten.
Beat. Beat.
Kravchenko smirks — thinking it’s a bluff.
Then:
Dmitri fires.
Kravchenko drops. Chaos erupts. The prisoners duck. One
soldier fires wildly, another runs.
Dmitri grabs a knife from Kravchenko’s body, cuts the
prisoners free.
DMITRI (TO THEM) (CONT'D)
Go. Now.
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Shadows of Regret
EXT. BACK ALLEY – MOMENTS LATER
The Ukrainian boy sees his father rushing from the barn. He
runs to him. They collapse into each other’s arms.
Dmitri, watching from a distance, lowers his rifle.
Tears stream down his face.
He’s crossed the line. There’s no going back.
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EXT. UKRAINIAN FOREST – NIGHT
Cold. Wet. Quiet. Snow falls in heavy flakes. Dmitri trudges
through a dense pine forest, blood on his sleeve, mud caked
on his boots. His Russian uniform is torn, name tag missing.
Behind him, the distant echo of gunfire—then barking dogs.
They’re looking for him.
He moves faster, clutching a stolen satchel containing:
* A small food ration
* A civilian coat
* A folded piece of paper with coordinates circled in pencil
— Zaporizhzhia border checkpoint
He stumbles, collapsing against a tree, breathing heavily. A
drone buzzes overhead, its red light scanning through the
trees. Dmitri goes still.
Drone passes.
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INT. ABANDONED FARMHOUSE – LATER THAT NIGHT
Dmitri pushes through the half-collapsed door of a farmhouse
deep in the woods. Inside: silence. Dust. A family’s life
frozen in time — photos still on the walls, toys on the
floor.
He sheds the last of his uniform and puts on the civilian
coat. His hands tremble as he removes a military patch and
tosses it into the fireplace. Watches it burn.
On the mantle, he finds an old Orthodox icon — Mary and
child, haloed in gold.
He stares at it. Guilt, regret, grief.
FLASHBACK – TRAINING BASE MESS HALL – WEEKS EARLIER
Dmitri laughs with two fellow conscripts. One draws cartoons
on a napkin. The other shares dried fish. They look human,
hopeful — not yet killers, not yet dead.
DMITRI (V.O.)
They trained us to be blind. But I
saw. I saw everything.
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A Desperate Defection
EXT. RAIL LINE – SUNRISE
Dmitri follows abandoned train tracks, avoiding roads. His
skin is pale from cold. His eyes scan for danger.
Suddenly —
A rustling in the brush.
He ducks, gripping his rifle — just as a Ukrainian civilian
patrol steps out, weapons drawn.
PATROL LEADER (UKRAINIAN)
Drop it! Hands where I can see
them!
DMITRI (IN UKRAINIAN)
I’m not here to fight. I’m trying
to defect.
They close in, suspicious.
PATROL LEADER
Russian soldier, and you speak
Ukrainian?
DMITRI
My grandmother taught me. I shot my
commander. I freed prisoners.
They don’t lower their weapons.
Dmitri slowly drops his rifle.
DMITRI (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
Please… I don’t want to be one of
them.
A long beat.
The patrol leader signals. One of them lowers their gun and
frisks him.
PATROL LEADER
You’ve got one chance. Lie to me —
we shoot you in the woods and say
you never came through here.
DMITRI
Fair enough.
They take his rifle. Blindfold him.
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Shadows of Doubt
INT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
A candlelit room deep in Ukrainian territory. Dmitri sits at
a table, flanked by two resistance fighters. One of them is
ANYA, early 20s, fierce eyes behind medical fatigue. She
studies him like a puzzle she doesn’t trust.
ANYA
You defected alone?
DMITRI
Yes.
ANYA
Why?
Dmitri hesitates, then quietly:
DMITRI
Because I looked into the eyes of a
child…
and saw myself on the other end of the rifle.
Anya doesn’t soften — but she leans forward.
ANYA
So what do you want now?
DMITRI
To make it right. Whatever I can.
A long pause.
ANYA
We’ll see.
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Operation: Fire Sermon
INT. RUSSIAN FIELD HQ – OCCUPIED ZONE – NIGHT
An opulent, mobile command tent lit by golden lamplight and
strewn with maps, vodka bottles, and caviar tins.
At the center, GENERAL ORLOV (60s, hawkish, calculating)
watches a wall of monitors streaming battlefield footage. A
military jazz band plays lightly in the background — surreal
and grotesque.
A colonel approaches, sweating.
COLONEL
General. We’ve confirmed it. Dmitri
Sokolov killed Commander
Kravchenko… and defected to the
Ukrainian resistance.
Orlov doesn’t react. He sips tea from a delicate porcelain
cup.
GENERAL ORLOV
Where is he now?
COLONEL
We tracked him near the Dnipro
line. He’s hiding among civilians.
Possibly protected by partisan
medics.
Orlov slowly stands, walks toward a large, red-lit tactical
map pinned to the wall. He places a gold pin near
Zaporizhzhia.
GENERAL ORLOV
You know what I hate more than
traitors?
COLONEL (NERVOUS)
...What, sir?
GENERAL ORLOV
Symbols.
He flicks ash from his cigarette onto the map.
GENERAL ORLOV (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
A single defector becomes a story.
Then a myth. Then a movement. We
can’t allow that.
He turns to the room of officers now gathered in silence.
GENERAL ORLOV (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
Dmitri Sokolov is no longer a
missing soldier. He’s a disease.
MONTAGE – “WAR PIGS” STYLE OPERATIONS
PREP
(Over orchestral music
resembling an
instrumental echo of the
"War Pigs" riff – dark,
slow, ominous)
Russian Special Forces suiting up: balaclavas, suppressed
rifles, flamethrowers.
A drone operator reviews thermal imaging over a refugee
convoy — tagging individuals like targets.
A sniper rifles his scope into place, muttering a prayer.
Soldiers laughing, watching a video loop of Dmitri’s kill
shot on Kravchenko — calling him “The Judas of Kursk.”
COMMANDER (O.S.)
Operation: Fire Sermon. We wipe
that village off the f***ing map.
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Psychological Warfare: The Hunt Begins
INT. RUSSIAN MOBILE PSYOP CENTER – NIGHT
Younger intelligence officers sit at glowing screens,
generating deepfake propaganda:
Dmitri’s face superimposed on videos of Ukrainian
atrocities.
Messages broadcast over fake Ukrainian channels: “The
traitor Dmitri Sokolov betrayed the Motherland and murdered
innocents.”
A fabricated “death order” from Ukrainian command claiming
Dmitri is a spy for the FSB.
They upload it across Telegram, VK, and dark web channels.
PROPAGANDA OFFICER
By morning, he’ll be hunted by both
sides.
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EXT. VILLAGE BORDER – NIGHT
Columns of Russian vehicles roll in silently under cover of
fog — tanks, trucks, flamethrowers.
A sergeant radioes in:
SERGEANT
On location. Coordinates confirmed.
Begin sweep?
A pause. Then: General Orlov’s voice comes through the comms,
calm as glass:
GENERAL ORLOV (V.O.)
Burn them.
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Escape from Chaos
EXT. SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT – SAME TIME
Dmitri wakes to the sound of a distant explosion.
ANYA bursts into the room, loading a pistol.
ANYA
Get up. Now. They’re coming for
you.
Dmitri grabs his rifle. Behind them, through the cracks in
the window, orange flames rise into the sky.
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EXT. UKRAINIAN SAFEHOUSE VILLAGE – NIGHT
Flames rage through the treetops as Russian shells pound the
edge of the village. Civilians scream. Livestock stampede.
The air is a choking mix of smoke and terror.
ANYA leads DMITRI and a handful of medics and volunteers
through an alley, ducking behind crumbling brick walls.
ANYA
We need to get the children to the
bunker under the church!
DMITRI
I’ll cover the rear — get them out!
ANYA
No hero shit. Stay alive.
They exchange a brief look — tension, trust — then split.
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A Desperate Stand
INT. CHURCH BASEMENT – MOMENTS LATER
A group of terrified children and elderly civilians pack into
the cramped underground shelter.
Anya arrives, helping a girl with a bleeding leg. She radios
Dmitri:
ANYA (INTO RADIO)
We’re in. Where are you?
STATIC
Then — faint:
DMITRI (V.O.)
North alley. I’m not alone.
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EXT. VILLAGE NORTH ALLEY – CONTINUOUS
Dmitri crouches behind an overturned cart. In the crosshairs
of a thermal drone hovering silently above. A Russian
commando creeps nearby, laser sight cutting through smoke.
Dmitri notices movement in the rubble — it’s the same
Ukrainian boy, trying to pull his injured father from the
street.
Dmitri’s face drops. Flashbacks of Kravchenko. The prisoners.
The rifle. His trembling hands.
DMITRI (WHISPERS)
Not again.
He steps into the open — gun blazing — just as the Russian
drone locks onto his heat signature.
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Viral Exposure
EXT. KYIV – INTEL SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Cut hard to Ivan, hunched over a laptop. Footage from
anonymous satellite feeds flood in. The assault on the
village is being broadcast in pieces by civilian drones. Ivan
recognizes the location.
IVAN
They’re purging the safe zone. This
is retaliation.
NEWS EDITOR (O.S.)
They’re not targeting military.
That’s all civilians.
Ivan looks down at his phone — the “Dinner with Devils” video
still queued. He pairs it with the live feed and uploads to
his cloud server.
IVAN
Time to make these pigs famous.
He hits a key. A file uploads to:
#WARPIGS_LEAK
Recipients: International Press,
Human Rights Court, UN, Anonymous
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EXT. VILLAGE – STREETS – SAME TIME
Dmitri drags the boy and his father behind a wrecked car. A
Russian commando descends on them — rifle raised.
Just as the trigger’s about to pull —
BLAM! The commando goes down.
ANYA appears from the shadows, pistol still smoking.
ANYA
I said no hero shit.
Dmitri laughs, coughing smoke. They help the boy and father
to their feet.
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INT. CHURCH BUNKER – MOMENTS LATER
The group reconvenes underground. Children cling to Anya.
Dmitri stands watch at the narrow door, blood on his hands.
A volunteer hands Anya a satellite phone.
VOLUNTEER
Someone’s broadcasting the attack.
It’s gone viral. Look.
Anya sees Ivan’s upload on the screen.
VIDEO: Orlov’s “Dinner with Devils” side by side with live
attack footage.
The caption:
“This is what war pigs look like.”
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Retribution in the Kremlin
INT. RUSSIAN COMMAND HQ – SAME TIME
General Orlov stares at the leak as it spreads across
monitors. International outlets. Twitter. Telegram. Live TV.
The officers around him look… concerned.
AIDE
Sir… Geneva’s called for emergency
sanctions. There’s talk of a war
crimes tribunal.
GENERAL ORLOV
Good. Let them talk.
He smashes the monitor with his cane.
GENERAL ORLOV (CONT'D)
Let them watch the world burn.
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INT. KREMLIN WAR ROOM – NIGHT
A dimly lit chamber, adorned with Soviet-era maps and
portraits of Russian tsars. A massive screen displays the
leaked footage: Dmitri's defection and the "Dinner with
Devils" video, now viral under the hashtag #WarPigsLeak.?
VLADIMIR PUTIN stands at the head of a long table, flanked by
his top generals and advisors. His face is a mask of
controlled rage.
PUTIN
(coldly in Russian)
Mother Fucker This... is an
abomination.
He slams his fist on the table, causing the generals to
flinch.
PUTIN (CONT'D)
((shouting)
A single traitor, a mere pawn, has
made us look like fools on the
world stage!?Wikipedia
GENERAL IVANOV
Comrade President, we are
mobilizing units to contain the
fallout.?
PUTIN
Contain? You think this is about
containment? This is about legacy!
About the very soul of Russia!?
He paces, his voice rising with each word.
PUTIN (CONT'D) (CONT'D)
Ukraine is not just a neighbor;
it's the cradle of our
civilization. Kievan Rus', the
birthplace of Russian Orthodoxy,
our shared history!?
GENERAL PETROV
Sir, the international community
is reacting strongly. Sanctions are
intensifying.?
PUTIN
Let them. Let them choke on their
own hypocrisy. They have pushed us
to this point, encircling us with
NATO, poisoning our brothers with
Western lies.?
He turns back to the screen, watching Dmitri's face.
PUTIN (CONT'D) (CONT'D)
This... defector. He will be made
an example of. I want his name
erased, his family forgotten, his
existence denied.?
GENERAL IVANOV
Understood, Comrade President.?
PUTIN
And the village that harbored him??
GENERAL PETROV
Already targeted.?
PUTIN
Good. Let it burn. Let the world
see the price of betrayal.?
He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper.
PUTIN (CONT'D) (CONT'D)
This is not just war. This is
purification.
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Chaos in the Bunker
EXT. SAFEHOUSE VILLAGE – NIGHTFALL
The night sky glows red-orange, lit not by sunset — but by
the first impacts of Russian artillery.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Shells rain down like the wrath of gods, flattening homes,
ripping apart gardens, cratering the earth. Trees are snapped
in half. Smoke pillars rise. Fires consume everything.
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INT. CHURCH BUNKER – SAME TIME
Cramped. Dust rains from the ceiling. Children sob. Anya
crouches near a wounded woman, trying to calm her.
ANYA (TO KIDS)
Cover your ears. Stay together.
Don’t move unless I say.
A baby wails as another shell slams the surface above.
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EXT. OUTSIDE – VILLAGE CENTER – CONTINUOUS
Dmitri and two partisan fighters fire at advancing Russian
troops emerging from smoke like shadows from hell — black
masks, green lasers, flamethrowers. No warning. No mercy.
DMITRI
Back to the bunker! We hold them
off here!
He throws a Molotov, engulfing a truck. A soldier screams as
flames consume him.
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DRONE POV – ABOVE THE VILLAGE
The Russian drone feed shows heat signatures — civilians,
animals, fighters — then gives a “CLEAR TO STRIKE” green
light. A missile launches from a nearby APC.
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INT. CHURCH BUNKER – SECONDS LATER
The missile impacts the chapel above. The entire ceiling
caves in — dirt and timber falling. Screams. Chaos.
Anya throws her body over two children, shielding them.
Dirt, blood, and prayers mix.
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Hunting for Retribution
EXT. WOODS OUTSIDE THE VILLAGE – LATER
What’s left of the resistance retreats through the woods — a
few wounded survivors. Dmitri limps, his face blackened by
soot and fury. He looks back at the village—
It’s gone. Just smoke, flames, and the faint toll of a broken
bell.
ANYA (QUIETLY)
This wasn’t war. This was revenge.
DMITRI
For me.
Beat.
ANYA
Then make it count.
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MONTAGE – “WAR PIGS” IN FULL SWING
Children pulled from rubble.
Drone footage leaks online, showing the Russian purge, side
by side with Ivan’s footage.
The #WarPigsLeak hashtag trends globally. Street protests
erupt in Paris, Berlin, Tokyo.
Putin watches coldly as the UN convenes a war crimes tribunal
— but he doesn’t flinch.
FINAL SHOT OF SCENE
Dmitri, face bandaged, dirt-covered, stands with a small
group of fighters in the woods. He loads his weapon — slow,
deliberate.
ANYA (O.S.)
What now?
DMITRI
Now… we go hunting.
Cut to black.
Genres:
["War","Drama","Thriller"]
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Under the Weight of War
EXT. TRAIN TRACKS – NIGHT
A Russian munitions train slowly snakes through pine forest.
In the distance, two shadows dash across a snow-blanketed
ridge — ANYA and DMITRI, dressed in scavenged camo and
frostbitten determination.
They plant C4 along a support beam beneath a narrow bridge.
ANYA
You sure about this fuse length?
DMITRI
I read the manual.
ANYA (WRY)
You read Ukrainian?
DMITRI
I’m learning fast.
She smirks — a tiny victory in the silence of war.
ANYA
You weren’t like this at first.
When you came into the bunker... I
thought you were a scared kid
playing soldier.
DMITRI (QUIET)
I was. Until I saw what we’re up
against.
Beat.
ANYA
You changed.
DMITRI
You haven’t.
ANYA
Not true. I used to believe we
could save everyone.
DMITRI
And now?
ANYA
Now I just want to survive the
night with some part of me still
human.
Boom. A flare lights the forest. The train is near.
They dive into position behind a stone wall.
DMITRI
If this works, it won’t just stop
supply lines. That train’s carrying
HIMARS they stole from Kherson. We
get this—it's a win.
ANYA
You keep track of all this now?
DMITRI
I have to. If I stop to feel it, I
won’t keep going.
A long pause. He looks at her.
DMITRI (CONT'D)
Do you?
ANYA
Feel it?
She nods, eyes glassy.
ANYA (CONT'D)
Every goddamn second.
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Echoes of War
EXT. BRIDGE – MOMENTS LATER
The train roars onto the bridge. Dmitri hits the detonator.
KRAKOOM.
The explosion is thunderous, igniting the ammo cars into a
fiery rain of shrapnel and smoke. The bridge collapses. Trees
ignite. A fireball lights the night sky.
Dmitri and Anya run like shadows into the darkness,
disappearing just as Russian drones swarm overhead.
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EXT. ABANDONED MINE SHAFT – HIDEOUT – HOURS LATER
Inside a hidden bunker, lit by candlelight and maps, Dmitri
and Anya regroup. Exhausted. Shaking. Alive.
Dmitri takes off his coat, revealing a tattoo he’s branded on
his forearm: a black crow clutching a rifle, symbol of a
rogue partisan unit.
ANYA
You branded yourself?
DMITRI
So if they catch me, they don’t
have to ask questions.
Beat.
ANYA
My mother was a surgeon in
Mariupol. She begged me to stay in
school. I never even got to say
goodbye.
DMITRI
I used to write poetry. I thought
I’d be a teacher. History, maybe.
She looks at him.
ANYA
You still remember any of it?
Dmitri hesitates. Then softly:
DMITRI
Wolves in uniform, teeth like
brass,
They march us forward, first and
last.
But those who howl and lose their
fear,
Bring winter’s end when spring
draws near.
A long, aching silence.
Anya leans back, closes her eyes.
ANYA
We’re the wolves now.
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["War","Drama","Thriller"]
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The Cost of Truth
INT. GLOBAL NEWSROOM – CNN INTERNATIONAL – NIGHT
A clean-cut ANCHOR sits at a sleek desk, urgency in her tone.
ANCHOR (ON AIR)
We interrupt programming with
breaking footage leaked by an
anonymous journalist inside
Ukraine. The file, titled
“#WarPigsLeak,” appears to show
Russian military officials toasting
the bombing of civilians — and a
retaliatory massacre of an entire
village.
Video plays:
Russian generals laughing.
Children pulled from rubble.
Fire falling from the sky.
Dmitri rescuing the Ukrainian boy.
ANCHOR (V.O.)
The man seen saving civilians is
believed to be Dmitri Sokolov — a
Russian soldier who defected after
assassinating his commanding
officer.
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INT. KYIV SAFEHOUSE – SAME TIME
IVAN, wired, exhausted, stares at the monitor. His leak is
everywhere — broadcast in Times Square, Tokyo, Berlin.
Emails flood in. Messages of support. Threats. Some from
inside Russia. Some… chilling.
NEWS EDITOR (V.O.)
You’ve made him a symbol. The
defector who fights back.
IVAN
He made himself one. I just gave
him a stage.
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Ghosts of War
INT. RUSSIAN DEFENSE MINISTRY – MOSCOW – NIGHT
Putin’s inner circle watches the broadcast in silence.
The room is ice.
KREMLIN AIDE
Sir… the world is rallying behind
this defector.
PUTIN
Then we make him a ghost.
He walks to the window overlooking Red Square, darkness
settling in like a shroud.
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EXT. UKRAINIAN FOREST – NIGHT
DMITRI and ANYA kneel over a large topographical map in the
woods. Radio static buzzes nearby.
ANYA
Ivan’s footage worked. NATO just
called an emergency session. We
have momentum.
DMITRI
Then we use it.
He circles a location on the map: a high-security Russian
fuel depot, feeding southern supply lines.
DMITRI (CONT'D)
They call it the Lung. Cut it off,
and the whole southern front gasps.
ANYA
We’ll need more than fire. We need
timing, diversion, chaos.
DMITRI
We’ve got it. The broadcast is
chaos. Everyone’s watching.
She looks at him — the weight of war in her eyes.
ANYA
We hit them loud. Make it public.
Make them afraid to lie again.
Dmitri pulls out a small camera drone and a zip drive.
DMITRI
Then let’s give Ivan the finale
he’s been waiting for.
MONTAGE – GLOBAL FIRESTORM
Protests erupt across major cities.
Hackers leak Russian troop coordinates under #WarPigs tag.
UN Resolutions fast-track.
A Nobel nomination is whispered for Ivan.
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Echoes of Resistance
INT. UNDERGROUND STUDIO – KYIV – NIGHT
Ivan sets up a live satellite broadcast rig. His eyes burn
with purpose.
IVAN (TO CAMERA)
This footage is real. The blood is
real. The silence ends now.
He hits RECORD.
IVAN (CONT'D)
To those fighting in the shadows —
you are not forgotten. To those
bombing hospitals and schools — we
are watching.
EXT. RUSSIAN FUEL DEPOT – NIGHT
Dmitri and Anya, dressed in black, crawl through brush under
cover of smoke. Their earpieces crackle with Ivan’s voice,
echoing live as they move:
IVAN (V.O.)
Some call them traitors.
We call them truth.
And truth has a name — Dmitri.
Anya arms the final charge. Dmitri deploys the drone,
recording everything. A heartbeat.
DMITRI (WHISPERING)
Time to wake the pigs.
BOOOOOM.
The depot erupts in a towering inferno. Fireball. Shockwave.
Russian searchlights snap around — too late.
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Tensions Rise: The Aftermath of the Explosion
INT. NEWS FEED – WORLDWIDE
The explosion hits every screen. Live.
#WARPIGSSTRIKE
#TRUTHINFLAMES
The world doesn’t just watch. It remembers.
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INT. CIA HEADQUARTERS – LANGLEY, VIRGINIA – OPERATIONS
BRIEFING ROOM – NIGHT
Dim lights. American flags. Rows of analysts, brass, and
joint intel operatives glued to multiple live feeds — the
#WarPigsStrike is trending in over 100 countries.
General SHEPHERD (60s, hardened, cigar unlit in hand) stands
at the head of the room.
On a screen: side-by-side footage —
The fuel depot inferno Dmitri ignited.
Putin’s latest public speech: disheveled, eyes dark, voice
cracked with fury.
SHEPHERD
That’s not a war speech. That’s a
goddamn exorcism.
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DEPUTY DIRECTOR STOKES (50S, ICY CALM)
We’ve confirmed the voice print — that was Putin authorizing
a "no-flag retaliation." Translation: strike back without
owning it.
NSA TECH (O.S.)
Possible cyber, possibly covert,
possibly thermobaric.
SHEPHERD
Yeah, or possibly nuclear. He’s
gone from Stalin to Hitler on
ayahuasca.
INTELLIGENCE CHIEF LARA GRAY (40S, SHARP, THE ADULT IN THE
ROOM)
INTELLIGENCE CHIEF LARA GRAY
Except Hitler didn’t have
hypersonics or 6,000 warheads.
Beat. The room darkens with the weight of that.
GRAY (CONT’D)
And Putin’s not trying to conquer
Ukraine anymore. He’s trying to
immortalize himself — blood,
borders, history be damned.
SHEPHERD
Immortality through annihilation.
We’re dealing with a cornered god
who thinks he's playing chess with
the apocalypse.
He turns to a massive digital map showing military satellite
feeds across Eastern Europe.
SHEPHERD (CONT'D)
We need to find those defectors.
That footage made Dmitri and this
journalist more dangerous than a
carrier group. And if Putin knows
that—
GRAY
—He’s already hunting them.
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Tensions Rising: Analyzing Putin's Mindset
INT. DEEP DIVE BRIEFING – MOMENTS LATER
Analysts pull up psych profiles of Putin:
PROFILE BULLETS:
Obsession with “historic reunification” of Slavic nations
Fear of Western influence corrupting Russian “purity”
Increasing isolation and distrust of inner circle
Suspected use of hormone-altering medication
Belief that Russia must “suffer to be great again”
GRAY
The question isn’t if he’ll
escalate. It’s how far he’s willing
to go to leave a scar that can’t be
erased.
STOKES
We can intercept drones, jam
missiles, assassinate generals.
SHEPHERD
But can we stop a man who thinks
the last war is a holy one?
Silence.
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EXT. RUSSIAN BUNKER – SECRET LOCATION – SAME TIME
A nuclear briefcase is loaded into a secure convoy.
Two FSB agents whisper in Russian:
FSB AGENT #1
He wants to show the world what
Moscow looked like in ’41 — but
make it global.
FSB AGENT #2
He's not aiming to win. He's aiming
to outlast history.
The tension in the room is a living thing. Maps flicker.
Surveillance drones buzz softly through speakers. The war
drums grow louder.
SHEPHERD
He’s unhinged, yes. But he still
needs fingerprints to push the
button. Who in his circle’s still
got enough spine to say “no”?
STOKES
None of them. They’re loyal to the
grave.
LARA GRAY
Not all of them.
Everyone turns. Gray stands, walks to the touchscreen map,
taps to bring up a Russian military profile:
GENERAL OLEG RADIN
Chief of Strategic Missile Forces
Decorated Cold War veteran
Former liaison to NATO disarmament talks
Known sympathies toward Western pragmatism
“Discreet dissenter”
GRAY (CONT’D)
Radin. Old-school. Orthodox. But
not delusional.
(MORE)
GRAY (CONT’D)
Word is, he’s been sidelined in the
Kremlin, kept out of major
briefings since the first leak.
SHEPHERD
You think he’d turn?
GRAY
I think… he doesn’t want to die
under a mushroom cloud any more
than we do. If there’s a line Putin
won’t cross — it’s Radin holding
the chalk.
NSA TECH
He still has access to the nuclear
protocol channel?
GRAY
Limited, but yes. If he refuses an
authentication… he can delay a
launch long enough to let cooler
heads intervene.
STOKES
Assuming he doesn’t end up with
polonium in his coffee.
SHEPHERD
How do we make contact?
Gray takes a beat. Thinks. Taps again — pulls up a photo of a
retired Ukrainian field officer turned double agent: Colonel
Mykola Varenko.
GRAY
We send a message through Varenko.
They trained together in the 80s —
Spetsnaz drills in Tajikistan.
Bonded over Tolstoy and American
jazz.
SHEPHERD
You're kidding.
GRAY
Varenko says Radin cried when
Coltrane’s “Naima” came on. That's
our backdoor.
She meets Shepherd's gaze.
GRAY (CONT'D)
We don’t ask him to betray Russia.
We ask him to save it — from
madness.
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INT. CIA BLACKSITE – EUROPE – LATER THAT NIGHT
A secure line buzzes. A Ukrainian man with a thick mustache
and bullet scar down his temple — COLONEL VARENKO — leans
into a headset.
COLONEL VARENKO
Code phrase?
CIA OPERATOR (V.O.)
"Winter ends when spring draws
near."
Varenko blinks. Smiles softly.
COLONEL VARENKO
Dmitri’s poem. So he’s real after
all.
He cracks his neck and picks up a satellite phone.
COLONEL VARENKO (CONT'D)
Let’s see if Oleg still believes in
sanity.
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The Final Act
INT. ABANDONED THEATER – KYIV OUTSKIRTS – NIGHT
A once-elegant Soviet-era opera house, now gutted and dark.
Dust hangs in the beams of moonlight slicing through holes in
the roof. Red velvet seats rot. The air is still. Silent.
This is where they hide now.
IVAN sits at a crate-turned-desk, eyes bloodshot, checking
burner phones and encrypted feeds. A printed headline sits
beside him:
“Defector Behind #WarPigsStrike Named Most Wanted by Moscow”
ANYA paces. Her hands tremble slightly as she loads medical
supplies into a go-bag.
DMITRI enters from backstage, rifle slung, carrying a rusted
projector he scavenged. His eyes meet Ivan’s.
DMITRI
They’ve issued bounties. Not
military ones — mafia ones.
Cartels. Wagner freelancers.
IVAN
I know.
ANYA
So what’s next? They burn another
village? Assassinate someone on
live stream?
IVAN
They don’t need fire anymore.
They’re using story. Propaganda’s
tighter than a noose now. Every
Russian screen calls you a CIA
actor.
He looks at Dmitri.
IVAN (CONT'D)
They deepfaked you shooting
Ukrainian children.
DMITRI
I saw it. My mother believed it.
She called me a traitor before
hanging up.
Beat. That one stings.
ANYA
You don’t owe her belief. You owe
yourself survival.
DMITRI
No. I owe something more than that.
He opens the projector case, revealing not a projector — but
a hard drive. Burned in, labeled in Cyrillic:
“BLACK DOG // KREMLIN ARSENAL LOG”
DMITRI (CONT’D)
It’s a manifest. I stole it two
days ago — nuclear assets
redeployed to border silos. Names.
Dates. Coordinates.
IVAN (SHOCKED)
Jesus… this could trigger NATO
activation.
DMITRI
Exactly. If I leak it, it forces
the West to act. If I don’t, Putin
uses it to bluff — or worse.
ANYA
And if we’re wrong?
DMITRI
Then the world ends anyway.
Silence.
Ivan stands. He looks at both of them — then up at the
rotting stage behind them, lit by broken moonlight.
IVAN
You know what this place was?
ANYA
A theater.
IVAN
Stalin came here once. Sat in that
box seat right up there. They say
he clapped so hard his hands bled —
just to convince people he felt
something.
Beat. He turns to Dmitri.
IVAN (CONT'D)
You sure you want to play the final
act?
DMITRI
No. But I’m the only one who
remembers the lines.
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The Weight of Choices
INT. PRIVATE STUDY – RADIN'S DACHA OUTSIDE MOSCOW – NIGHT
A warm, wood-paneled room. Classical music plays softly on
vinyl: John Coltrane’s “Naima.” Books in Russian and English
fill the shelves. Soviet-era medals glint in a glass case.
GENERAL OLEG RADIN (late 60s, gaunt, thoughtful) sits at a
small table, swirling brandy in a crystal glass. His
expression is weary. Beneath the table, a silenced Makarov
pistol sits holstered near his knee.
Suddenly — a secure satellite phone buzzes on the desk. Not
his usual line. A channel only one man would dare use.
RADIN
Old ghosts…
He picks it up.
RADIN (IN RUSSIAN) (CONT'D)
Who is this?
COLONEL VARENKO (V.O.)
You already know.
Radin closes his eyes. A faint smile creeps across his lips.
RADIN
Naima. You sentimental bastard.
VARENKO (V.O.)
Sentimental enough to ask you if
you still want to die with honor…
or just die.
Beat. Radin says nothing.
VARENKO (V.O.) (CONT’D)
They say Putin’s preparing a last
move. Not symbolic. Not
conventional.
RADIN
I’ve read the orders. I signed some
of them.
VARENKO (V.O.)
But not all.
RADIN
Not yet.
Radin walks to the window, overlooking his snow-covered
garden. A small stone statue of St. Michael guards a
fountain, now frozen.
RADIN (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
You know what frightens me most?
VARENKO (V.O.)
Enlighten me.
RADIN
He believes he's righteous now.
Before, he was calculated. Cold.
Now he prays before strikes. He
believes history will absolve him,
because he thinks he’s writing it.
VARENKO (V.O.)
Then maybe it’s time to tear a few
pages out of the manuscript.
A pause.
VARENKO (V.O.) (CONT’D)
There’s a file coming your way.
Black Dog. Coordinates, orders,
escalation protocol. If you say no,
it dies with us.
RADIN
And if I say yes?
VARENKO (V.O.)
Then maybe the world gets another
morning.
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Divided Loyalties
INT. KREMLIN SECURITY WING – LATER THAT NIGHT
Radin, now in full uniform, walks calmly through the gilded
corridors of Kremlin command. Stone-faced. Stoic. Beneath his
tunic, the flash drive from Varenko is tucked deep in a
secure pocket.
He passes portraits of Russian war heroes — Zhukov, Suvorov,
Peter the Great.
His face flickers — haunted, heavy, but resolved.
As he approaches the inner war council chamber, a young
adjutant steps beside him.
ADJUTANT
The President expects you to attend
tonight’s scenario briefing. He
says we may need you… for something
historic.
Radin glances toward the steel doors.
RADIN
Then let us see what kind of
history we’re writing.
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EXT. ABANDONED FARMHOUSE – RUSSIAN-CONTROLLED ZONE – NIGHT
A distant artillery barrage flickers on the horizon. Snow
falls gently, muting the sounds of war. A truck without
lights pulls up behind the ruins of a crumbling barn.
ANYA (hooded, disguised) hops down from the back with a small
medical bag and a concealed pistol.
Inside the truck:
A wounded Ukrainian partisan groaning, soaked in blood.
A Russian conscript deserter, barely 18, holding his side.
A pregnant woman in shock, clutching a crucifix.
PARTISAN (GROANING)
Are you… the doctor?
ANYA
I’m just someone who knows how to
stop bleeding.
She kneels, cutting through the man’s pants and pulling out
tweezers and gauze. Her hands work with surgical precision —
focused, fast, detached… but underneath it all, her eyes are
breaking.
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INT. FARMHOUSE CELLAR – LATER
The wounded are laid out on old mattresses, lit by battery
lanterns. Anya finishes stitching the partisan’s leg. She
turns to the young Russian deserter.
He flinches as she approaches.
RUSSIAN DESERTER
Why help me? I wore the uniform.
ANYA (SOFT)
Uniforms don’t bleed differently.
She kneels, dabs antiseptic on his wound. He stares at her.
RUSSIAN DESERTER (CONT’D)
You’re the one they talk about… the
medic smuggler.
ANYA
Let them talk. Talking is safer
than knowing.
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Burden of Survival
INT. SAFEHOUSE TUNNEL ENTRANCE – PRE-DAWN
Anya stands with a local shepherd, loading the survivors into
a false-bottom hay cart.
SHEPHERD
Crossing the trench line this week?
You’ll need papers. The
checkpoint’s crawling with VDV.
ANYA
I’ve got papers. I just hope they
believe I’m a widow again.
The shepherd nods. Before closing the cart, Anya pulls the
pregnant woman aside.
ANYA (SOFTLY) (CONT'D)
Name your child something strong.
Something that can’t be erased.
The woman smiles faintly through tears.
WOMAN
And you? Who are you?
ANYA
Someone who wasn’t brave enough to
be a soldier… but too angry to stay
quiet.
She shuts the cart. The shepherd takes the reins and
disappears into the fog.
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INT. ANYA’S HIDEOUT – NIGHT
Anya enters her hidden bunker — removes her coat, stained
with blood and smoke. She unrolls a handwritten list taped to
the wall:
“SMUGGLED OUT” 43 names.
Scribbled notes: “Misha – age 12, missing leg.” “Old couple,
Kherson – safe.” “Infant, 3 weeks – crossed last Tuesday.”
She pulls a marker from her pocket, draws a line through
another name. Her hands are shaking now.
She sits down, finally alone.
And she lets herself cry — silent, muffled sobs that have
waited far too long.
A knock.
DMITRI (O.S.)
It's me.
She opens the door.
He sees her eyes.
DMITRI (CONT'D)
Rough night?
ANYA (NODDING)
They’re all rough. Some just bleed
longer.
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The Weight of Truth
INT. UNDERGROUND SERVER ROOM – KYIV SAFEHOUSE – NIGHT
Rows of dusty, humming servers fill a cold, concrete basement
lit by a single flickering overhead bulb. The equipment is
salvaged — a Frankenstein rig of parts, wires, satellite
uplinks, and encrypted drives.
IVAN sits at a console, typing with surgical precision,
multiple windows open:
Secure upload windows
Dead man’s switches
Contact threads to WikiLeaks, Bellingcat, NATO cyberintel
An auto-blast email titled:
“BLACK DOG: Putin’s Shadow Arsenal”
DMITRI paces behind him, holding a hard drive with the master
file. His hands are trembling — not from fear, but from
weight.
IVAN (WITHOUT LOOKING UP)
Still time to back out.
DMITRI
We passed that time three villages
ago.
IVAN
You leak this, it’s not just you.
They’ll wipe out anyone who’s
touched you. Mothers. Lovers.
Teachers. The boy you saved.
DMITRI
Then we drop it right. Wide. Loud.
Unignorable.
Ivan finishes typing, turns to Dmitri.
IVAN
This file confirms redeployment of
tactical nukes across Belarus and
occupied Crimea. Warheads from
decommissioned stock. Some not even
on NATO’s radar.
DMITRI
And a list of who’s authorized to
use them.
IVAN
Including Radin?
DMITRI (NODS)
He’s the final gate.
IVAN
You trust him?
DMITRI
No. I trust what he hates. He hates
chaos. He hates lies. And he hates
being on the wrong side of history.
Beat.
IVAN
What do you hate?
Dmitri thinks for a long moment.
DMITRI
That I know how to kill, but still
need to learn how to live.
Ivan nods, moved in spite of himself.
IVAN
Then let’s give someone else the
chance to live right.
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The BLACK DOG Protocol
EXT. KYIV – NIGHT SKY
A powerful encrypted satellite beam launches skyward from a
rooftop dish. A tiny blinking light signals the file is
moving.
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INT. NEWSROOM – LONDON / WASHINGTON / BERLIN – MONTAGE
Journalists in multiple time zones open the incoming blast.
Maps. Launch times. Video briefings. Target simulations.
JOURNALIST (O.S.)
Jesus Christ… this is it. This is
their playbook.
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INT. KREMLIN – SAME TIME
GENERAL RADIN sits alone in a stark, soundproof room, staring
at a secure console with a red blinking message:
“BLACK DOG HAS BEEN RELEASED.”
He closes his eyes. Leans back. And whispers:
RADIN
Let it burn… if it has to. But not
from our hands.
He reaches for a coded phone. Makes a call.
RADIN (IN RUSSIAN) (CONT'D)
Yes. I’m ready to speak with NATO.
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Tensions at the Brink
INT. UNITED NATIONS SECURITY COUNCIL – NEW YORK – NIGHT
A storm of voices fills the chamber.
Ambassadors shout over each other, waving documents,
gesturing at a massive screen displaying the BLACK DOG FILE.
It shows:
Satellite imagery of tactical nuclear silos in Belarus
Launch protocol chains directly linking to Putin
Video of Putin addressing high command:
“We will finish this.”
U.S. AMBASSADOR
This isn’t doctrine — this is Armageddon prep. This file
confirms at least three launch scenarios targeting NATO
nations.
CHINESE AMBASSADOR
This must be verified! Leaks are
not orders!
FRENCH AMBASSADOR
Verification is irrelevant if the
warheads are mobile!
UK AMBASSADOR
This demands activation of Article
Five contingency talks. We are no
longer talking about if, but when.
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INT. NATO HQ – BRUSSELS – WAR ROOM – SAME TIME
Top brass gather around a glowing table map. Red markers
blink in Crimea, Belarus, and Kaliningrad.
NATO SUPREME COMMANDER
Deploy THAAD batteries east of the
Danube. Put StratCom on DEFCON 3.
No mistakes. We are in full
deterrence posture.
CIVILIAN INTEL ADVISOR
What about Radin?
COMMANDER
If he’s real — if he holds — we buy
time. If not?
Beat.
COMMANDER (CONT'D)
Then Moscow decides what we become.
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INT. ELYSÉE PALACE – PARIS – PRIVATE OFFICE
President of France stands at a window, phone to her ear.
FRENCH PRESIDENT (INTO PHONE)
I want my family moved to the Alps
— and my son’s school evacuated.
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The Brink of Betrayal
INT. DOWNING STREET – UK – SITUATION ROOM
Prime Minister watches the Black Dog footage looping. In the
corner, Ivan’s voice plays quietly over the leak.
“You’ve seen the monsters. Now decide if you’ll join them… or
stop them.”
The PM leans forward.
UK PRIME MINISTER
Tell MI6 We need to locate the
source. Protect the truth. Or bury
it before someone else does.
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KREMLIN – PUTIN’S PRIVATE SANCTUM – NIGHT
Low red lighting. Orthodox chants play softly from hidden
speakers. Putin stands barefoot on the marble floor,
breathing heavily.
A silken dossier lays open on a table. Inside: still images
of the Black Dog file. Maps. Signatures.
PUTIN (TO HIMSELF)
Radin…
A trembling aide enters.
AIDE
Sir… General Radin has refused
launch verification authorization.
He is… asking to speak with Geneva.
Putin turns slowly. His face is ashen with rage, but eerily
calm.
PUTIN
He believes the West will remember
him as a man of peace.
He walks to a carved desk, opens a locked drawer, and removes
a black lacquered case with the presidential nuclear command
key.
PUTIN (CONT'D)
They will remember him as a man who
hesitated.
He looks toward a monitor, where Dmitri’s face appears — a
still from the #WarPigsStrike video.
PUTIN (CONT'D)
Bring me the traitor.
He turns to a general.
PUTIN (CONT'D)
Initiate Operation Samson.
GENERAL
Sir, that operation—it's not
reversible.
PUTIN
Neither is betrayal.
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34 -
Tensions in the Kremlin
INT. KREMLIN – PRIVATE RECEPTION CHAMBER – NIGHT
The room is dim, quiet, ceremonial — designed more for
symbolism than comfort. Gold-framed portraits of past czars
line the walls. A low fire crackles.
VLADIMIR PUTIN sits alone at a long mahogany table. No aides.
No generals. Just silence.
The heavy door opens.
PRESIDENT WEI ZHANG, China’s head of state, enters in a black
coat, calm and composed. He does not offer a handshake.
PRESIDENT ZHANG (IN MANDARIN,
SUBTITLED)
I appreciate your hospitality.
(beat)
There is little of it left in this
part of the world.
PUTIN
We are not seeking approval. We are
securing destiny.
Zhang walks slowly to the window, overlooking Moscow’s snowy
skyline.
PRESIDENT ZHANG
Your "destiny" is making the global
markets bleed. Your war has
disrupted our grain imports,
severed our energy investments, and
threatens the nuclear stability of
three continents.
PUTIN (ICY)
You sound like the Americans.
PRESIDENT ZHANG
No. I sound like the only friend
you have left.
Beat. Putin stands, walks over with his brandy.
PUTIN
The West encircled us. We are
correcting a mistake made when the
Soviet Union died on its knees.
(leans in)
They will not stop us.
Zhang turns to him, expression unreadable.
PRESIDENT ZHANG
You mistake their restraint for
weakness.
He places a small red envelope on the table.
PRESIDENT ZHANG (CONT'D)
Inside is our trade freeze
proposal. Contingent upon a
complete cessation of nuclear
escalation.
(beat)
You ignore it… and we remove all
diplomatic protections in the
Security Council.
Putin scoffs, but Zhang steps closer.
PRESIDENT ZHANG (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
And you will stand alone. Not as a
warrior… but as a madman.
Putin locks eyes with him.
PUTIN
You’re bluffing. You need us as a
thorn in the West.
PRESIDENT ZHANG
We prefer a thorn… not a wildfire.
Silence.
Zhang buttons his coat. Before leaving, he says — softly:
PRESIDENT ZHANG (CONT'D)
Your enemies are obvious. But your
friends are few, bring your country
back to the world.
He exits.
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A Choice of Sacrifice
INT. KREMLIN HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
Zhang walks calmly through the marble corridor, passing
portraits of Soviet leaders and war heroes.
He pauses briefly at one — a photo of Stalin during the Great
Purge. His eyes narrow. Then he walks on.
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EXT. RUINED TRAIN STATION – WESTERN UKRAINE – DUSK
Snow drifts across the shattered remnants of a train
terminal, bombed weeks ago. A NATO exfiltration team waits
under cover of dusk — just two soldiers and a black SUV with
fake humanitarian plates.
DMITRI, ANYA, and IVAN emerge from the rubble. They’re
disguised — thin, pale, exhausted. Ivan carries a metal
briefcase. Inside: the original Black Dog data drive, plus
new footage from Radin’s inner circle — evidence of Operation
Samson’s final phase.
NATO SOLDIER
You’re late. We’ve got ten minutes
before the corridor closes.
ANYA
Where are we going?
NATO SOLDIER
You’ll be flown to Kraków. From
there, London or D.C. — your pick.
But once you cross, you don’t come
back.
Ivan exchanges a look with Dmitri.
IVAN
If this data reaches the Security
Council in full, Russia’s bluff
collapses. Samson loses
credibility.
DMITRI
Or they double down. Use it out of
spite.
A beat.
Dmitri’s eyes scan the horizon.
DMITRI (CONT'D)
He’ll never stop unless he’s
embarrassed — publicly. Radin
bought us time. But it won’t matter
if the world forgets next week.
He steps back from the SUV.
ANYA
What are you doing?
DMITRI
You go. Both of you. I’ve got one
more strike to make.
IVAN
You won’t survive it.
DMITRI
That’s not the point.
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Choices in the Snow
INT. BACK OF THE SUV – MOMENTS LATER
Ivan opens the briefcase, pulls out a flash clone of the
files, and hands it to Anya.
IVAN
If I go with him, the story dies if
we both die. If I go with you — it
lives.
Anya stares at him. For a moment, her walls fall.
ANYA
This isn’t fair.
IVAN
It never was.
EXT. TRAIN STATION – MOMENTS LATER
As the SUV pulls away, Ivan and Anya stare through the back
window at Dmitri. He stands alone in the blowing snow,
staring back.
He salutes — not with his hand, but by lifting the broken dog
tag of his first commander.
A moment later, he vanishes into the rubble.
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INT. NATO SUV – SPEEDING AWAY – NIGHT
Anya clutches the flash drive. Ivan sits beside her, silent.
ANYA
He’s going to die, isn’t he?
IVAN
If he does it right… we all might
live.
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The Ghost's Return
INT. PUTIN’S WAR ROOM – SAME NIGHT
Monitors light up with new footage from the Western corridor.
A satellite scan picks up Dmitri’s signature heading back
toward the Belarusian front.
RUSSIAN OFFICER
Sir — he didn’t run.
Putin smiles faintly.
PUTIN
Of course he didn't.
(beat)
Prepare the jackals. Let them hunt
the ghost.
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“THE GHOST STRIKES”
EXT. BELARUSIAN BORDER – DEAD ZONE – NIGHT
A ghost town of power pylons and rotting fences. Distant
floodlights cast eerie shadows. Snow whips through the dark
like ash. No one patrols here — only drones, auto-turrets,
and silence.
DMITRI, now wearing a Russian officer’s uniform, steps
through a drainage tunnel, pulling a data satchel wrapped in
radiation shielding.
He pauses. Breathes.
He checks a watch:
00:23 — Satellite sync window in 7 minutes.
He moves.
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Transmission Under Duress
INT. RUSSIAN RELAY STATION – OUTER COMPLEX – MINUTES LATER
Inside a half-abandoned strategic comms relay, Dmitri crawls
through a busted maintenance shaft, passing graffiti from
fleeing workers:
“God Help Us All.”
“Death and hatred.”
He enters the control room — wires everywhere. Dust. One
blinking server node.
He plugs in the satchel transmitter.
The screen lights up.
“SATLINK READY. CHOOSE BROADCAST MODE.”
He selects:
GLOBAL MEDIA FEED + RUSSIAN INTERNAL NETWORKS
Suddenly —
ALARM.
A red motion alert pulses. Someone’s coming.
Dmitri breathes hard. Onscreen, video feed previews flicker:
classified launch plans, bunker footage of Putin’s Samson
speech, Radin’s secret comms.
He hits “GO LIVE.”
The screen flashes:
TRANSMITTING…
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The Irreversible Broadcast
EXT. RELAY STATION – NIGHT
A Russian kill team arrives silently — infrared goggles,
laser sights. They breach.
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INT. RELAY STATION – CONTROL ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Gunfire.
Dmitri yanks the transmitter out, slams it into a dead man’s
trigger with a backup upload. He’s shot in the shoulder —
drops.
A soldier storms in, sees Dmitri bleeding but alive.
SOLDIER (IN RUSSIAN)
You think you changed anything?
DMITRI (WEAKLY, SMILING)
Look behind you.
The broadcast screen lights up — showing his face, the war
crimes, the documents, the generals laughing.
It’s already out.
DMITRI (CONT'D)
Smile for history.
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GUNSHOT.
INT. WORLDWIDE SCREENS – MONTAGE
Moscow citizens watch from phones. Silence. Shock.
U.S. Congress halts mid-session.
BBC, Al Jazeera, and RT all forced to broadcast Dmitri’s
final words.
Children in refugee camps stare at his face.
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INT. SAFEHOUSE – IVAN & ANYA – NIGHT
The room is silent. Ivan stares at the feed.
IVAN
He did it.
Anya turns away, eyes full of tears.
ANYA
He was never supposed to be a hero.
IVAN
That’s what made him one.
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“THE LAST GENERAL”
INT. KREMLIN – STRATEGIC COMMAND ROOM – NIGHT
General RADIN stands alone in a dim, red-lit operations room.
All the screens are now flickering, showing live feeds of
protests, international condemnations, and Dmitri’s broadcast
loop. Control is slipping — second by second.
A trembling junior officer enters.
JUNIOR OFFICER (IN RUSSIAN)
Sir… President Putin has gone into
isolation. He’s not taking orders.
RADIN
He never took them.
The officer stares, unsure.
JUNIOR OFFICER
What are we to do?
Radin walks to the central launch console, now dark. He
places a hand on it.
RADIN
You wait for new orders.
He turns and walks out.
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INT. KREMLIN – RADIN’S PRIVATE OFFICE – LATER
Radin watches from his window as military vehicles pull back
from Red Square. A distant chant echoes from beyond the
palace walls — civilians gathering, not fleeing.
He opens a worn book on his desk — The Brothers Karamazov.
Inside is a photo: Radin and a young Dmitri, back when he was
just a cadet in training.
He sets the photo on his desk. Then removes his medals — one
by one — and lays them beside it.
RADIN (QUIETLY)
Forgive me… for not seeing it
sooner.
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“MEMORY OF A GHOST”
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Echoes of War: A Vigil for Dmitri
EXT. KYIV – ST. MICHAEL’S PLAZA – DAY
A massive public vigil. Civilians, journalists, soldiers, and
families all gathered. Candles line the walls. A black-and-
white portrait of Dmitri stands above a wreath of yellow and
blue flowers.
ANYA stands at a podium, trembling, but steady.
ANYA (TO CROWD)
He was a soldier. A deserter. A
killer. A healer. A man who never
asked to be remembered — only to be
heard.
She pauses.
ANYA (CONT'D)
And the world listened.
The crowd is silent. Some cry. Some salute.
IVAN watches from the edge, holding a flash drive in his hand
— the full archive of the war. He walks to a young university
student livestreaming the event and hands it to her.
IVAN
Tell the rest. Make sure they don’t
forget.
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EXT. RURAL FIELD – UKRAINE – SUNSET
The war is not over. But for a moment, the land breathes.
In the distance, a crow stands atop a rusted helmet. Wind
moves through the tall grass.
Fade to black.
“THE CHILDREN LEFT BEHIND”
EXT. WAR-TORN UKRAINIAN TOWN – DAY
Smoke rises in the far distance, beyond the crumbled
buildings of what used to be a small village. A yellow school
bus, shot through with bullet holes, now serves as a
makeshift transport for orphans.
Inside the bus: silence.
No songs. No laughter. Just dozens of children, dirt-smudged,
tired-eyed, clinging to blankets and stuffed animals. They
watch the window, but don’t really see it.
A faded Ukrainian flag flutters from the roof rack.
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INT. TEMPORARY ORPHANAGE – FORMER SCHOOL BUILDING – DAY
Rows of mattresses line a gymnasium floor. Walls still bear
painted handprints and old maps. Now, it’s home for nearly
200 children, some as young as three. Some arrived alone.
Others haven’t spoken in days.
ANYA walks through the rows with a clipboard. Her white coat
is dirty. Her hands are cracked from cold and bleach. But she
knows every child’s name.
She stops by a boy coloring with broken crayons.
ANYA
What are you drawing?
BOY (QUIETLY)
My house. Before it was fire.
She kneels next to him. He holds up the drawing: a stick-
figure family, a house with smoke. In the corner — a soldier
in black armor.
BOY (CONT'D)
That’s the bad man.
ANYA
What happened to the good man?
The boy draws a crow in the sky.
BOY
He flew away. But he’s watching.
She hides the tears in her throat and ruffles his hair.
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Keeper of Ghosts
INT. ANYA’S OFFICE – NIGHT
The room is small, cluttered. She pours over logistics:
rations, medical shortages, power outages. Another name is
added to her list: orphan. Age: 6. Name: Unknown.
IVAN enters, carrying a box of letters — written by children
across Europe, sent after Dmitri’s broadcast.
IVAN
You’re becoming the keeper of
ghosts.
ANYA (SOFTLY)
No. I’m just trying to raise the
ones who survived them.
He sets down the box.
IVAN
We can get you out, Anya. Poland’s
ready to take the kids.
ANYA
And then what? They forget what
happened here?
IVAN
No. They remember because they got
to grow up.
She looks out the window.
ANYA
If we don’t raise them with truth,
they’ll grow up like him.
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INT. NIGHT – CHILDREN ASLEEP – GYM FLOOR
The room is quiet now. Dozens of small chests rise and fall.
Anya walks the rows slowly, pausing beside each sleeping
child like a soldier inspecting the guard.
She tucks a blanket. Picks up a fallen toy. Whispers
something no one hears.
Then she steps outside.
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EXT. SCHOOL STEPS – NIGHT
Snow falls again.
Ivan stands beside her, watching the sky.
In the distance, a siren sounds. Not from an attack — just a
warning. The war is still going.
But for this moment, peace has shape.
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“THE CROW AND THE STRANGER”
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Echoes of Hope
INT. SCHOOLYARD – DAY
ANYA walks alongside a new arrival — ELENA MARSHALL, early
40s, British UN field investigator. Clean coat, polished
demeanor, boots far too new. She's here to observe, but not
intervene.
ELENA
We’ve secured funding for water,
food, even a mobile classroom. But…
arms-length, you understand. We’re
not allowed to be seen endorsing
combat zones.
ANYA
So we’re ghosts until the war ends?
ELENA (APOLOGETIC)
We’re watchers. Not writers.
They pass a wall lined with drawings by the children. Most
are of tanks, destroyed houses — and in many, a black crow
soaring above it all.
Elena pauses at one.
ELENA (CONT'D)
They all draw this bird.
ANYA
They think it’s Dmitri.
ELENA
The defector?
ANYA
To them, he’s not just that. He’s
the one who saw them.
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43 -
The Quest for the Crow
EXT. EDGE OF THE ORPHANAGE – LATER THAT DAY
Four children — Misha (10), Zara (8), Luka (9), and Pasha (6)
— crouch behind a broken fence, each with a small backpack.
MISHA
We're not running away. We’re going
to find him.
ZARA
He’s dead, Misha.
MISHA
No. He just became the crow.
They pass a hand-drawn map between them — scribbled roads,
arrows, a forest circled and labeled “THE PLACE WHERE HE
LANDED.”
They slip out quietly.
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INT. ANYA’S OFFICE – SIMULTANEOUS
IVAN enters, glancing out the window.
IVAN
Where are the little ones? Misha
and Luka?
ANYA (INSTINCTIVELY RISING)
Gone?
IVAN
Backpack gone. Shoes missing.
They lock eyes.
ANYA
They’re following the damn crow
again.
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EXT. FROZEN FOREST – NEAR SUNSET
The four children wander through the trees, tired but
determined.
Pasha struggles to keep up. Zara holds his hand.
LUKA
We’re lost.
MISHA
No — we’re close. I can feel it.
Suddenly — a crow lands on a branch above them.
The children stop. Breath caught.
It caws once.
Then lifts off — flying toward a sunlit clearing.
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44 -
In Memory of Dmitri
EXT. CLEARING – MINUTES LATER
The children emerge, breathless. At the center of the
clearing: a burned-out Russian relay station, half-covered in
snow.
They recognize it from Ivan’s broadcast.
The place where Dmitri died.
They sit. Quiet. Reverent.
MISHA (WHISPERING)
We found him.
Zara opens a small sketchpad and starts to draw the scene.
Luka places a single black feather on the snow.
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EXT. ORPHANAGE – THAT NIGHT
Anya hugs the children one by one as they return, shivering.
Elena stands beside Ivan.
ELENA
You were right. They don’t need to
be rescued. They need to be
remembered.
IVAN
They’re not waiting for peace.
(beat)
They’re already rebuilding it.
FINAL SHOT OF SCENE
Misha pins a new drawing to the wall — the four of them
beneath a crow, standing in a snow-filled clearing. Beneath
it, written in shaky Ukrainian:
“He is not gone. He is above us.”
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45 -
Dawn of Danger
EXT. SKY ABOVE THE ORPHANAGE – EARLY MORNING
A pale sun rises behind broken clouds. Frost blankets the
rooftops.
From high above, the hum of a small Russian surveillance
drone cuts through the silence — circling the orphanage.
Its camera lens scans the courtyard, the chapel roof, the
windows. It zooms in on the children lining up for bread. On
Anya’s face.
The drone emits a click — snapshot captured.
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INT. MAKESHIFT SECURITY ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
IVAN monitors a jerry-rigged laptop. The drone feed suddenly
appears — hijacked by a backdoor system left over from an old
comms relay.
He freezes.
IVAN
Oh no.
The screen flickers, showing a target grid over the
orphanage, with a blinking red outline.
IVAN (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
They’re tagging it… for live
assault.
He rushes out.
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46 -
Imminent Threat
EXT. WOODED OUTSKIRTS – SAME TIME
A black GMC-type van with Russian mercenary insignias —
disguised as humanitarian aid — bumps down a dirt trail.
Inside: four mercs, armored, armed, silent.
MERCENARY #1
Objective is live-sweep. No
witnesses. Intel claims the
whistleblower’s network passed
through here.
MERCENARY #2
And the kids?
MERCENARY #1
Collateral.
No emotion. Just procedure.
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INT. ORPHANAGE – HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
ANYA receives the alert from Ivan as he bursts in.
ANYA
How close?
IVAN
Five minutes. Less. And they’re not
sending a message — they’re erasing
us.
She grabs her sidearm. Opens the cabinet. Inside: a single
grenade, a flare gun, and a worn rifle.
ANYA (CALMLY)
Get the children underground.
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Bunker Under Siege
INT. BASEMENT BUNKER – SHORTLY AFTER
Anya, Ivan, and Elena hustle the kids into the cellar. Zara
clutches her drawing. Pasha won’t let go of a crow feather.
MISHA
Are the bad men coming?
ANYA (KNEELING)
Yes. But so are the good ones.
She kisses his forehead and closes the heavy steel door.
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EXT. COURTYARD – MOMENTS LATER
The van pulls up. The mercs fan out.
Silence. Then a flare explodes overhead — fired from the
roof.
A moment later — Anya opens fire from behind sandbags.
Controlled. Precise. She drops the first merc instantly.
Gunfire erupts. Ivan returns fire from the chapel window.
ELENA, though unarmed, rushes to radio NATO.
ELENA (INTO RADIO)
This is UN Field Agent Marshall —
we are under live assault. Civilian
children on site. We need air
support — now.
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INT. BASEMENT BUNKER – CONTINUOUS
The children listen to gunfire overhead. It feels endless.
ZARA whispers to Luka:
ZARA
He’s coming. The crow. He always
comes when it’s darkest.
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48 -
Hope Amidst the Ashes
EXT. ORPHANAGE – ROOFTOP – MINUTES LATER
Anya runs out of ammo. A merc takes aim. She braces for the
shot —
BOOM!
A missile streaks down from the sky, slamming into the tree
line. A NATO drone has arrived.
The mercs scatter — but two are taken out in the blast.
A third is captured by local militia arriving just in time.
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EXT. COURTYARD – MOMENTS LATER
Smoke clears. Fire flickers in the debris. Anya’s face is
streaked with soot, blood, and resolve.
Children emerge slowly from the bunker, blinking at the sky.
Above, a real black crow circles once, then flies into the
orange morning.
EPILOGUE IMAGE:
Later, Misha pins another drawing to the wall.
This time: a crow, a woman with a rifle, a burning sky — and
a caption beneath in bold, uneven print:
“Some ghosts don’t haunt. They guard.
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“MEAT FOR THE FIRE”
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49 -
Indoctrination at the Conscription Center
INT. RUSSIAN CONSCRIPTION CENTER – OUTSKIRTS OF KURSK – DAY
A long, metallic room. White light hums overhead. Rows of
boys—some as young as 16—sit in silence. All wear civilian
clothes. Some still smell of soil and livestock. Most are too
thin. A few whisper nervously.
No one makes eye contact.
At the front, a military officer in a crisp uniform and dead
eyes walks in. Behind him: a projector screen, flickering
with old Soviet training videos and patriotic music.
OFFICER (IN RUSSIAN)
You are no longer children. You are
defenders of the Motherland.
(beat)
The West has poisoned your future.
(MORE)
OFFICER (IN RUSSIAN) (CONT'D)
NATO has invaded your brothers.
(beat, then sharp)
And you — you will eliminate this
poison.
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INT. MEDICAL ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
The boys are stripped and examined with cold efficiency. One
has a limp. Another can’t stop shaking. None are told where
they're going.
A recruit stares at a poster: a Russian flag flying over St.
Basil’s Cathedral, tanks underneath it.
Another whispers:
FARM BOY #1
They said I’d drive a truck. Now
they say I hold a rifle.
FARM BOY #2
My father was promised money. For a
new cow. He ended up selling our
old one.
A nurse injects a stimulant into each boy’s neck. “Fatigue
suppressant,” she says. “You’ll stay sharp in the field.”
But their eyes go dull.
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Into the Abyss
INT. TRANSPORT TRUCK – NIGHT
Inside a dark, bouncing troop carrier, the boys sit in
silence. The only light: a red bulb overhead, flashing
gently. The hum of the engine is like a heartbeat.
Over a faint radio, a Russian official gives a televised
address — full of nationalism, legacy, destiny. The words
mean nothing to these boys. They’re too tired to listen.
One recruit stares down at a paper tucked into his lap — a
prayer from his mother. Next to it: a packet of dried meat
rations and a folded conscription card with one word stamped
in red:
"DISPOSABLE"
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EXT. FRONTLINE TRENCH – NEXT DAY
Explosions rumble in the distance.
The truck doors open.
The boys pour out into chaos — screaming, mud, gunfire,
bodies being dragged, a world they don’t understand.
A sergeant throws a rifle into a recruit’s chest.
SERGEANT (SHOUTING)
You want to live?! Point it at
them!
The boy doesn’t even know where “them” is.
Another recruit trips over a corpse wearing his same age,
same face, same uniform — just missing a head.
He drops to his knees. Vomits.
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Betrayal in the Trenches
INT. RUSSIAN WAR ROOM – SAME TIME
In stark contrast — politicians and generals watch the battle
unfold on wide digital monitors, sipping tea.
A GENERAL CHUCKLES.
“Young blood moves faster,” he
mutters.
No one looks at the casualty counter.
LYRIC ECHO - VOICEOVER STYLE (AS A HAUNTING WHISPER)
As the boys run toward death and smoke:
"Why should they go out to fight? / They leave that role to
the poor..."
FADE TO BLACK
EXT. FRONTLINE TRENCH – EVENING
ALEKSEI (17), still wearing a civilian T-shirt under his
uniform, lies in a trench covered in blood. Not his own.
Around him, the bodies of his entire unit — other kids,
barely trained, sent forward as bait. Some still hold their
rifles backward.
His ears ring. His hands shake. He crawls backward, deeper
into the trench, his face blank.
He finds a pocket-sized tablet on a fallen officer. Flicks it
on.
The last thing it played: Ivan’s leaked footage.
Dmitri’s voice. The burning fuel depot.
A soldier refusing to shoot a civilian child.
Aleksei stares, lips trembling.
ALEKSEI (WHISPERS)
They lied to us…
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["War","Drama"]
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52 -
Defiance and Despair
INT. RUSSIAN COMMS TRUCK – SAME TIME
Aleksei, dazed, puts on the officer’s coat and headset, and
speaks into the uplink.
ALEKSEI (IN RUSSIAN)
This is Corporal D-402. We’re…
we’re not engaging anymore.
DISPATCH (V.O.)
Unit D-402 no longer exists.
Identity error.
ALEKSEI
You used us. We were children.
DISPATCH (COLD)
Return to post or face
reclassification as traitor.
Aleksei crushes the radio under his boot.
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INT. UNITED NATIONS ASSEMBLY – GENEVA – NIGHT
A massive projection screen plays raw footage: child
soldiers, conscription camps, drone captures of kids dying in
trenches.
A crowd of global leaders, journalists, military observers.
Some are in tears. Others in stunned silence.
IVAN stands at the podium, speaking with calm rage.
IVAN
They say it’s about history.
Borders. Honor.
(beat)
But I have been there. And what I
saw… were boys used as bait.
(shows a still)
This is Aleksei. Seventeen. A
farmer’s son. He called his mother
the night before he vanished. Told
her he was “going to protect
Russia.”
(beat)
They gave him a rifle. Then they
forgot him.
Putin appears on the UN screens — live, flanked by officers.
Controlled, blank.
PUTIN (VIA VIDEO)
This footage is fabricated.
(beat)
Generated by NATO-backed Western
deepfake labs.
(beat, harder)
There are no child soldiers. There
is only Russian discipline.
Murmurs ripple through the UN hall.
PUTIN (CONT’D) (CONT'D)
We are not the monsters of your
propaganda. We are the wall holding
back the rot.
INT. SUMMIT HALL – CONTINUOUS
Ivan steps aside. Elena steps forward and holds up the flash
drive.
ELENA
We traced the metadata. This
footage wasn’t manipulated. It was
captured by a Russian officer’s own
command drone.
The room falls silent again.
EXT. EUROPEAN CITY – MONTAGE
Screens across the world light up with the clip.
Berlin: Protesters chant Dmitri’s name.
Istanbul: A teenage boy watches and slowly removes a Russian
propaganda patch from his jacket.
Tokyo: A mural is painted of Aleksei standing over a rifle,
hands open, with the crow above him.
Genres:
["Drama","War","Political"]
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54 -
Cleansing the Myth
INT. FOREST CAVE – LATER THAT NIGHT
Aleksei, now in rags, watches a fire burn. He’s alone — but
free.
He ties a small strip of torn uniform around his hand,
blackens his face with ash, and heads off into the night.
He’s not returning. He’s defecting.
Would you like the next scene to show Putin ordering a
crackdown on truth-tellers (a final act of control), or
follow Aleksei making contact with Anya or a resistance cell
who may guide him toward a new future — maybe even becoming
the new protector of the children?
You said:
lets do both love it
ChatGPT said:
YES — let’s go all in. This dual structure is cinematic and
thematic gold: Putin tightening his grip through fear and
delusion, while Aleksei steps into Dmitri’s shadow, finding a
new path and perhaps becoming a protector instead of a pawn.
This is legacy, rebellion, and rebirth all rolled into one.
???? SCENE: “THE AXE FALLS”
INT. KREMLIN – BLACK TOWER STRATEGY ROOM – NIGHT
An emergency meeting. The Samson Council is gathered. Putin
paces, not angry — haunted. The viral footage of Aleksei is
playing muted on the wall.
PUTIN (COLDLY)
We no longer have a truth problem.
(beat)
We have a myth problem.
He turns to a young Kremlin data officer.
PUTIN (CONT'D)
I want every soldier who shared
that footage identified. I want
every civilian who repeated the
name “Dmitri” questioned.
(MORE)
PUTIN (CONT'D)
I want the name Aleksei flagged in
every school, dormitory, and
chatroom.
GENERAL PETROV
Sir, if we push this hard, we risk
a full civilian revolt—
PUTIN
No. We create one.
(beat)
And then we crush it on camera.
The generals exchange glances. This is no longer about war.
This is a cleansing.
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["Drama","Thriller"]
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55 -
A Name in the Shadows
EXT. WESTERN UKRAINE – DENSE FOREST – DAWN
Aleksei stumbles through the trees, bloody from thorns,
clothes torn. He’s been walking for days. No compass. Just
instinct.
He hears a voice: Ukrainian, muffled.
He drops to the ground — crawling toward it.
EXT. SMALL RESISTANCE OUTPOST – MOMENTS LATER
A hidden lookout post made of logs and camouflage netting. A
soldier spots Aleksei and draws a weapon.
SOLDIER (IN UKRAINIAN)
Halt! Identify!
ALEKSEI (WEAKLY, IN BROKEN UKRAINIAN)
I’m… not here to fight. Please.
Another figure steps from the tent — ANYA, rifle over her
back, eyes wary.
ANYA
Why are you here?
ALEKSEI (HOARSE)
I was sent to fight for men who
lied. I want to fight for the ones
who don’t.
She lowers her gun slightly.
ANYA
What’s your name?
ALEKSEI
Aleksei.
ANYA (SOFT)
That name means something now.
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["War","Drama"]
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56 -
Identity and Isolation
INT. OUTPOST CABIN – LATER
Aleksei eats quietly while Anya, Ivan, and Elena speak
nearby.
IVAN
He’s not just a boy. He’s the next
story. They’ve already painted him
into the myth.
ANYA
Then we give him truth to grow
into.
She walks back to Aleksei, who’s reading a handmade journal
labeled “Dmitri’s Notes” — sketches, quotes, and fragments of
the final broadcast.
ANYA (TO ALEKSEI) (CONT'D)
We don’t need you to be him.
(beat)
We just need you to survive. And
help others survive.
Aleksei looks up, eyes sharper now.
ALEKSEI
I can do that.
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INT. KREMLIN WAR ROOM – SAME TIME
Putin sits alone in front of an old TV. Black-and-white
footage of Soviet parades plays in a loop.
Outside the glass: a crowd gathers — chanting.
CROWD (O.S.)
Dmitri lives! Aleksei sees! Russia
bleeds!
He mutes the screen.
And whispers to himself:
PUTIN
This is ridicules Russia is
Ukraine!
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["Drama","War","Thriller"]
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57 -
Voices of Defiance
INT. KREMLIN COURTYARD – DAY
Thousands of protesters flood the square. Teachers, veterans,
students. Most carry nothing — just signs with two words:
“I AM ALEKSEI.”
Putin’s guards are tense, but no orders to fire have come.
Inside, the palace windows are closed — but the pressure is
seismic.
INT. SAFEHOUSE BUNKER – UKRAINIAN BORDER – SAME TIME
ANYA, ALEKSEI, and ELENA stand in front of a satellite
uplink, facing a camera crew.
IVAN adjusts the mic. This will be a live, uncensored global
stream.
IVAN
We’re not asking for your
permission. We’re asking for your
witness.
Aleksei steps to the mic.
ALEKSEI (NERVOUS, BUT STRONG)
My name is Aleksei. I was told I
was a weapon.
But I am just a boy.
(beat)
The truth is not a threat — unless
you’re afraid of it.
Behind him, dozens of orphans stand in silent unity, holding
candles. One holds a crow feather.
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["Drama","Political","War"]
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58 -
A Glimmer of Hope
INT. KREMLIN CONTROL ROOM – SIMULTANEOUS
The broadcast cuts into every Russian channel. Panic from
generals. Technicians try to stop it — but Radin, now in
quiet rebellion, gives the silent order:
RADIN
Let it run.
EXT. EASTERN UKRAINE – DUSK
As protests rise, Anya and Aleksei escort a caravan of
children through wooded paths, toward a NATO corridor. One
last exodus before the borders are sealed.
Suddenly — the low growl of Russian quads and drones
approaches.
ANYA
Move. Get them underground.
She and Aleksei stay back to slow the mercenary patrols.
Flashbangs go off. Smoke rises.
They fight — not with aggression, but tactical restraint.
Aleksei protects a wounded boy, while Anya fires a flare.