It was evening, the workday was over as was dinner. Pantalone did his daily routine in the pool of his penthouse. He swam across the 15-meter pool from beginning to end several times. His hair was tied up with a rubber band because he didn't like swimming caps, he also wore black swimming trunks and a sports watch to measure his speed and the number of meters he swam. His body moved swiftly but gracefully underwater, hardly making a splash. He only occasionally surfaced to take a drink of water from a bottle that stood on the edge of the pool and catch his breath. Outside the panoramic windows it was already dark and he could see the thousands of lights of other office buildings and billboards somewhere below, but the hall was almost completely dark, the only light coming from the pool and sauna rooms. During one of his breaks at the edge of the pool, he saw you and narrowed his eyes slightly, because he didn't like to be interrupted while swimming or exercising in the gym, which was also in the penthouse. "I hope it's something urgent" the man said rather sternly, looking directly at you.