Far away, in the dark control room, a strange scene unfolded. The young officer, who had been sweating nervously until now, suddenly leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up. A sinister and mysterious smile curled at the corner of his lips.
As light fell on his ID card, it became clear he was no ordinary technician—he was actually a top-secret DGFI undercover agent, liaising with the FBI and Russian intelligence on this mission.
Into his hidden earpiece, he whispered in a low, controlled English tone:
"Target is exactly where we wanted her. Sofia… my cute little girl… she's playing her part perfectly."
While the other agents fretted over Sofia's safety, this DGFI operative monitored her heartbeat and body temperature on a tablet screen, transmitted from the tiny biochip embedded in her body. He could sense exactly what was happening in Dimitri's room.
Chuckling, he turned to a senior officer beside him:
"Sir, you think Sofia is in danger? Actually, it's Dimitri who's at risk. We trained Sofia like this from a young age—so that she could take control of both a man's mind and heart."
"While Dimitri is lost in her love, she's extracting the keys to the $200 billion empire and Victor's next moves from his subconscious. She is no helpless girl—she's our deadliest weapon."
The agent chewed his gum as he zoomed in on Sofia's Bluetooth location on the tablet. Muttering under his breath:
"Go on, Sofia. Make him fall for you until he has nothing left to lose. I am watching you, little girl."
In the midst of Dimitri's passionate kiss, his fingers froze at a particular point on Sofia's neck, where the intricate alta design adorned her skin. His touch shifted in an instant—from a lover's caress to a predator's precision.
He felt a small, solid object beneath her skin. Dimitri instantly released Sofia, standing abruptly.
"Ah! The chip!" His voice rang with triumphant malice.
Before Sofia could comprehend, Dimitri produced a fine surgical blade from his pocket—something he always carried. Ignoring her startled reaction, he made a tiny incision near her neck. Within seconds, he lifted the tiny blood-stained biochip—the same one the DGFI and FBI had been using to monitor her.
Holding the chip between his fingers, he smirked darkly in front of her eyes.
"What did you think, Sofia? Do you think I built this $200 billion empire for nothing? Your young agents in that control room may have been laughing, but they didn't realize that tracking Dimitri Alexeyevich is never this easy."
He dropped the chip on the floor and crushed it under his boot. The sharp crunch echoed in the room.
Meanwhile, back in the control room:
Suddenly, all the screens filled with static. The signal blinked red, then went dead. The DGFI agent, who had been smugly chewing gum moments ago, froze, his smile vanishing in an instant. He shouted:
"Connection lost! We've lost her!"
In the palace room:
Dimitri approached Sofia closely. His voice was low, commanding, and resonant:
"Now tell me, Sofia… who truly holds your DGFI and FBI 'cute little girl' now? In this room, it's just the two of us. No cameras, no microphones. Now, show me your real self, Major."
In the control room, chaos erupted. The young agent, once relaxed and amused, was now pounding his table in fury. The loss of the signal hit him like a blow.
Clenching his teeth, he muttered:
"F#ck! Dimitri… that devil… how did he sense it? She's not human, she's an animal! Our most advanced bio-tracker, gone in a heartbeat!"
The remaining technicians frantically typed on keyboards, but only the words "No Signal" appeared on the screens.
Despair: their "cute little girl" was now completely in the dark. Sofia was somewhere unreachable by any satellite.
The agent slumped in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He knew that destroying the chip meant Sofia's identity was now fully exposed to Dimitri. There was no hiding left.
He muttered,
"Sofia… now only Dimitri can save you."
In Dimitri's room:
After breaking the chip, Dimitri stepped closer to Sofia. He still held the blood-stained blade in his hand, placing a finger gently on her trembling lips.
"Hear that sound? That's the last thread of your freedom being torn away," Dimitri whispered. "Now your demon agents can only see darkness. You are about to enter a hidden part of this $200 billion palace where day and night will blur. Now tell me, Sofia… will you call your heroes from the control room, or will you kneel before me and swear your new life?"In the control room, chaos reigned, when suddenly a direct call came from the DGFI headquarters in Dhaka. The screen flashed in bold letters—"COMMANDER CALLING".
The moment the phone was picked up, it felt like a volcano had erupted on the other side. The senior officer's voice, harsh and piercing, froze the other agents in the room. He began scolding in Bengali with absolute authority:
"You fools! I sent you to Russia with high-tech gadgets, and this is what you do? You couldn't even protect a single chip? With incompetents like you, nothing will work! You're wasting taxpayers' money!"
The young DGFI agent, who had been confident just moments ago, now turned red with shame. The commander's tirade was so raw and terrifying that the agent covered his ears with both hands. Yet the yelling continued:
"No time for excuses! Our top agent is trapped in Dimitri's lair, and you're sitting there eating lollipops? If anything happens to Sofia, I'll see to it that every one of you goes to jail!"
The young agent muttered under his breath, "Sir… Dimitri is not normal… he's a psycho… we're trying to restore the connection…"
"Shut up, you scoundrel!" the voice roared again. "I don't want to hear 'trying'. Give me results! Connect with Sofia by any means, or face the consequences!"
The line went dead, leaving the control room in a grave silence. The young agent removed his hands from his ears and exhaled deeply, a stubborn fire now in his eyes. He slammed his fingers on the keyboard and shouted,
"Activate Blood Sat-2! Use Sofia's iris scanner to lock the signal! We cannot lose her!"
Meanwhile, in Dimitri's bedroom:
Dimitri pressed Sofia against the wall, laughing softly. He had no idea about the chaos unfolding at Dhaka headquarters. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered:
"See, Sofia? Your bosses must be screaming right now. But these walls don't let a sound in. Now tell me—what's your next move? Or is there nothing left to play?"
The mission had now descended into utter despair. This was the fifth consecutive failure. Back at Dhaka headquarters, the environment was tense; the commanders trembled with anger. Each time Sofia was brought close to Dimitri, some unforeseen factor caused the operation to collapse.
Again, the phone rang. The young DGFI agent trembled as he knew it wasn't just scolding this time—dismissal orders could follow. With fear, he picked up.
The commander's voice came through, cold and severe:
"Five times! Do you know what it means to fail five times? Bangladesh's international reputation is sinking. Dimitri is no ordinary criminal; he's mocking our weakness."
Pausing briefly, the commander continued,
"Is Sofia alive? Or is she playing a game with us? Was the five-time failure coincidence, or is there some secret pact between Dimitri and Sofia?"
Stammering, the young agent replied,
"Sir, Sofia is risking everything to fight. But Dimitri anticipates every move. Now he's even destroyed the chip."
The commander shouted,
"No excuses! This is your last chance. If this mission fails again, you'll all face court-martial. Send a message to Sofia—she must access the main server of Dimitri's $200 billion palace with her fingerprints. This is our final gamble!"
The line slammed shut.
Back in Dimitri's palace:
Dimitri looked at Sofia with a strange satisfaction. He knew exactly what was happening on the other end. Holding her chin gently, he said:
"Even your fifth attempt failed, Sofia. Your bosses must now doubt you, right? They must think you've fallen under my spell."
Pulling her closer, he whispered into her ear:
"When everyone abandons you, Dimitri will remain. Tell me, Sofia… will you try a sixth time, or will you play for me from now on?"
Sofia realized her back was pressed firmly against the wall. Headquarters no longer trusted her, and Dimitri wanted to claim her completely.
Meanwhile, in the control room, the young DGFI agent had gone literally mad. The repeated failures and the commander's merciless scolding had completely broken him. He tore off his headphones and threw them to the floor. His pale face had turned purple with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. Staring at the screens, he began shouting in a string of curses, terrifying the other agents.
Frenzied, he screamed:
"Damn you, Dimitri! You son of a dog! Who do you think you are? Five times! You've outsmarted us five times! And that old commander in Dhaka, sitting in the AC, sipping tea and shouting at us! Let him come here and see how crazy Dimitri really is!"
Slamming his fists on the keyboard, he raged:
"Sofia! Are you too lost in that golden-haired charm? Couldn't you stop him even once while removing the chip? I'll have a heart attack here, and you're in that $200 billion palace romancing him?"
In a fit of madness, he threw all the files on the table. "My career is over! My promotion is over! All because of Dimitri! If I meet him face to face, I'll tear out those golden locks strand by strand!"
When another agent tried to calm him, he shoved him away. "Stay back! No one comes near me! Dimitri has driven me insane!"
Returning to the screen, his eyes now bloodshot, he muttered,
"Sixth time… if it fails, I'm going to Russia myself. Either Dimitri will be there, or I will!"
In Dimitri's bedroom:
Dimitri placed his hand gently on Sofia's cheek, noticing a flicker of unease on her face. In a calm voice, he asked:
"What is it, Sofia? Why is your breathing quickening? Is your young boss yelling at me right now? I can feel their cries and shouts coming through these walls into my ears."
He hugged her even closer on the bed, whispering:
"There's no point in pitying them, Sofia. They see you only as a weapon. I see you as my existence."