The sky over Moscow bled orange as the first of Kavron's bases erupted in flames.
Alaska fired the final shot into a fleeing enemy, his breath steady despite the smoke choking the air. Bodies fell around his boots like discarded warnings. Gunfire echoed off ruined concrete walls.
Kenan checked his magazine, heart pounding.
"That's five strongholds in one night," he muttered. "Your father would be proud."
Alaska's glare could've carved stone.
"I'm not doing this for him."
He stepped over a barely alive man crawling toward a shattered rifle.
"I'm doing this for her."
A single bullet ended the pleading hand that reached upward.
The Direndra soldiers didn't cheer. They looked at Alaska with reverent fear.
This wasn't a leader.
This was a nightmare given purpose.
Back at the Mansion
Alana jerked awake from a nightmare she couldn't fully remember just the sensation of losing him, the sound of distant gunfire even in her dreams.
She rushed to the control room where Kenan's temporary second in-command, Reza, monitored Alaska through satellite feeds.
"He's okay," Reza said before she could ask. "Focused. Unstoppable."
Alana swallowed.
Unstoppable sounded a lot like not human.
Reza hesitated, then turned to her.
"If Alaska knew I'm doing this, he'd have my head."
He placed a sleek handgun on the table.
"But he also wouldn't forgive me if you died helpless."
Alana's pulse spiked.
The weapon felt cold and heavy in her hand.
"I don't know how to shoot," she admitted.
Reza smiled slightly.
"That changes now."
He led her to the private training range beneath the mansion.
Alana inhaled deeply.
If she was going to love a storm like Alaska Direndra, she couldn't stay fragile.
Training Starts
Reza stood behind her, correcting her stance.
"Feet apart. Shoulders firm. Grip high. Good."
He lifted her chin slightly.
"Never look away from your target. Not even when you're scared."
Alana nodded, heart drumming like she was facing death itself.
"Ready," she whispered.
"Shoot."
The first blast made her flinch hard.
The second didn't.
By the tenth bullet, there was a solid cluster of holes where a man's heart would be.
Reza's eyebrows lifted.
"You learn fast."
Alana didn't answer. She stared at the paper target imagining Kavron's symbol pinned to its chest.
If she ever faced him again…
She would not run.
Russia Blood for Blood
Alaska kicked open the steel door of another compound grenade smoke swallowing everything behind him.
Kenan cursed.
"You could warn me before you blow things up!"
A dying man grabbed Kenan's ankle Alaska's knife pinned the hand to the ground before Kenan even reacted.
"Keep up," Alaska growled.
Kenan stared at him.
"You're thinking about her right now, aren't you?"
Alaska's eyes burned like live coals.
"Every second."
He reloaded with robotic precision, stepping deeper into the chaos.
"If I die," he said, voice low,
"she dies in fear. She thinks I left her."
A sharp breath.
"So I won't die."
Gunfire surged again.
Alaska smiled cold and lethal.
"I promised her I'd come back alive."
A flashbang detonated. Screams followed.
The night was painted in bullets.
With every enemy that fell, Alaska felt one step closer to Alana's arms.
Mansion New Strength
Sweat dampened Alana's skin as she switched weapons.
Knife. Baton. Quickfire reload.
Every lesson burned into muscle and instinct.
Reza watched in astonishment.
"You're terrifying," he said honestly.
Alana let out a shaky laugh.
"I have to be."
She looked toward the night covered balcony.
"Alaska killed for me," she whispered.
"It's time I learn how to protect him too."
Her fear hadn't disappeared. It transformed into something sharper.
A promise.
She tightened her grip on the gun.
"Tell Alaska when he comes home…"
Her eyes hardened.
"…I won't hide behind him anymore."
Russia The Fall of a Tyrant's Gate
Flames towered behind Alaska as the last of Kavron's men dropped.
Kenan yelled over the helicopter's roar,
"That's the last base in Russia! Kavron's running scared!"
Alaska wiped blood from his jaw, eyes fixed on the dark horizon.
"No," he said.
"He's preparing to strike back."
Kenan stepped closer.
"What's next?"
Alaska holstered his knife, breath slow and controlled.
"We go home," he said.
"But not to rest."
His heart ached at the thought:
Alana waiting, afraid, fighting her own fear.
He imagined her whispering his name.
I'm coming back to you.
The helicopter lifted into the starless sky.
Two Souls, One War
Alana stared at her reflection, fingers brushing the ring Alaska gave her.
"You're mine," he had said.
But tonight, she whispered back,
"No… we belong to each other."
Far away, Alaska closed his eyes as the helicopter cut through the clouds.
Not king.
Not mafia.
Not monster.
Just a man desperate to return to the woman who made him feel alive.
Soon…
Their war would become unstoppable.
Together.